Everything continues to spin in, through, and around me. Its making me dizzy, it's making me sick.
I guess I am going to have to get used to it.

I cant believe it, seven months of feeling like I'm Living a nightmare. I haven't seen a true smile in seven months. Seven months of my life that I can never get back, I have been miserable every second of them. It took me seven months to get physically sick from stress. Seven months to make my body to decide to throw up anything I take in, because ( Read more... )

Michigan, I love you.

Im happy here.
I like my friends.

This is my first not pissed off post in fuckin years.
eat this shit up.

I have been struggling to find something that will turn my frown upside down.
My brain cant handle all of this stress, It is making me physically sick.

August already?

end of the month I get to visit home.
I better not be sober for more than five minutes when I get there.

You don't understand how it is, or how I have been.
I have been pretty awful. You say it gets better, but I don't believe you.
You are lying through your teeth.
Lying through your fucking teeth.

I'm too sober to be content.

Things could be perfect. But they are far from.

So I realized that I have the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
It means a lot to me, too bad I'm 400 miles away.

I'm fucking sick of these dreams Ive been having.
I'm sick of a lot of shit right now.

Right now I think I could go for a really tall building to launch myself off of. I would love to die.