It's been 28 weeks since I've written.
Up until now, I've been doing everything for myself. My actions were based on my pleasure. I'm finished with another year of school, and I'm just waiting to grow old. Life is your trip, I'm ready to fly now.

try coming home to a house so drunk no one realizes you're even home:
story of my life

it's not because i'm drunk,
or a bitch,
i just like having a good time.
and you all take advantage of me,
so fuck off, it's you too.

i've trained myself to block out what people have said to me for so long. i'm not worthless. i shouldn't be ashamed of myself. i'm not weak. i don't take abuse. people don't think i'm a slut. smoking pot isn't a sin. i'm not going to hell ( Read more... )

I hide things from myself. Truths I never want revealed. Lying seems easier then the truth now, lying doesn't hurt.

what are you always trying to hide?

i miss last year.

when you remember who you are... let me know.

( Read more... )