done and done.

Did I mention I saw (or at least I think I saw) a dead looking boy in my doorway of my bedroom for a moment? Pale skin, darkened eyes...Felt there was something in my doorway...looked up...it was there...blinked...it was gone.

So yeah...who want's to sleep over?

I feel great one minute and then rock bottom the next. where the fuck am I? I have no fucking clue.
I'm fuckin pathetic, seriously. I can't keep it together for more than a day.

And so much went down with it.

The only way to go is forward, but which way is that?

Today has been good thus far ( Read more... )

Why does it bother me?

Why?

Fucking...I don't get it.

Is there something wrong with me?

I keep saying that over and over in my head ( Read more... )

Independent thought doesn't stop at 23 ( Read more... )

Why some people feel the need to "burn all bridges" and try and make it so no amends can ever be made ( Read more... )

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