Tortureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I'm worth a whole lot more than a drunken text in the middle of the morning.

I'm tired of being told I deserve better or the best.

I'm tired of disappointing myself.

I'm tired of living for others.

I'm tired of people being so close... and yet so far.

I'm tired.

I'm not quite ready to talk about completely all that is going on. When i'm not so tired, and not having a anxiety attack... maybe I shall. But this past weekend, while there was SO much shit I was going through, I was reminded that I have good friends and can have some really good times. Big fucking thank you to Pete pie partner in crime... you ( Read more... )

LA IS FUCKED!

I want to start using this page again. I miss it.

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basically when you are lacking hope and people who brought it (or bring it) into your life, it becomes difficult to make it through the days.

arghkasjdfklsadjfkl;jsdkfljsdal.

you. ugh.

me. UGH UGH.

bummed out.

i let some people get to me too easy.

fact.

not fiction.

The past few days i've been overwhelmed with so much emotion.

i dont know what to do with it all.

get here. soon.

i had a sudden revelation.

this place is a prison by the postal service is so fitting in my life right now.

p.s. jana come home.