Part of me says its time to fucking grow up. Another part of me just isnt ready to stop having fun. The last part of me is scared shitless in the corner of a dark room afraid to move.
She was the best thing for me back then. Now she haunts me everywhere I go. I have no idea what to do with you, you're not even here yet you wont go away. I don't want to care but I do. I don't know what I would do if anything were to ever happen to you; Turn myself in I guess.
I'm falling apart. Stress is takings its toll on my body, going to get blood work done tomorrow is proof of that in itself. I'm probably going back into therapy again
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2 interests again... of course. neither of which or even remotely serious, but one can dream. doctor tomorrow, later rather. i'm afraid of what he can tell me. i'm afraid of what he can't.