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Aug 12, 2011 01:13

I cry like a bitch. I called my Mom and cried to her tonight for an hour. I'm fucking depressed and sad as shit. I also haven't had a drink in a week. I care more and less about shit. I don't want to be me in this house in this life in this world anymore.

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jackscheetz April 19 2012, 23:17:20 UTC
I'm sorry for everything I've ever done that has hurt you. You've hurt me, and I forgave you. I'll forgive you for anything, as long as you ask. I'm like Jesus, crucify me.

You're such a good person and you let people take advantage of you. I've seen it over and over again... and I'm not sure what to tell you. There's nothing to tell you, you're in control of yourself. But I'm not willing to let you go, you are such a beautiful person. I don't care what you've done or where you have been, what you look like or how much money you have... I just feel like I need you. To be somewhere inside of me. I need you to be in that part of me where the fear leaks in when it's dark and I doubt that I have a place in the world. You are the place, one of the places. I'll never say you're the only one for me, but you're one of the few... and I miss you.

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