January 2011
Sometimes I really question on why I love you. I am so close to walking away from you, and you’ll be sorry when I do. All you do is put me down and treat me like shit. I am so sick of you, but I can’t walk away.
Why can’t I walk away? Why do I need you so much?
December 2010
Ugh, going to work.
I either be getting out early, or this night better go fucking fast.
I lost a bestfriend this year.
But you cry about this, and whine about that, when...
The ones depressed don’t dress in black. The ones...
I’m really not hungry, and the thought of food is making me nauseas. Normally, this would be really good, except for the fact that I’m going to a party tonight, and i don’t wanna go on an empty stomach and end up barfing everywhere.
SOMEONE COME FORCE FEED ME.
