Fuck ( Read more... )

To you ( Read more... )

I feel like crap.
I'm sick, and I'm attenting my grandmother's funeral tomorrow at 10 am.

Keep the horrible coming, assholes.

I'm not quite sure what happened to me ( Read more... )

Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath my arm ( Read more... )

I never wanted someone to be near me as much as I did yesterday. All day was spent thinking, "I don't want to be by myself, I really don't want to ( Read more... )

Kidney problems suck.

Pain sucks.
I can cry when I am physically hurt but it seems as if crying when I am sad is just not possible.

I feel crippled.

I cried because I was afraid that you resented me. You kept telling me not to talk like that, not to say those kind of things ( Read more... )

Every off day I have is for all those times that I never stood up for myself.

Every time I don't stick up for myself, another piece of me dies inside.
Yes, I am rotten to the core.
Yes, I do not know what I am doing anymore.

He keeps me going, and he would never know this.

I was drunk last night.
I wish that Michael was with me from the start.

I cried a lot at his house when he was sleeping.