the words want to come out but i don't want to talk to anyone about it ( Read more... )

I'm sick of the negativity. Just shut up.

this whole thing is so confusing.
i don't know how i feel.
i don't know what i want.
i don't know what to do.
i don't know how to react.
i just don't know.

i just wrote a whole list of things i wanted to say. and then i proceeded to re-read everything and delete it all. does it really matter if i write it down? does it really matter that i display the problems i am having right now, or the thoughts that are running through my head? no. it doesn't. it doesn't help the situation any. it doesn't make ( Read more... )

It's over. It's done. Don't ask. I don't want to talk. I just want to move on with my life.

ever since that open-mic poetry night, i've wanted to write.
i've had the urge to write something.
anything.
but once i get here, or open a notebook to a blank page...nothing comes out.
i have nothing to write about.
i need a muse.

why can't i cry in front of you?

i don't want to think about it or talk about it.
he's leaving and there's nothing i can do about it.
he wanted this.
i am going to miss him so much.

this weekend was soo good.
i just want to go to bed so i won't ruin it.

i only have a week and a half left.
damn this sucks.

this is so difficult sometimes.

sometimes i really wanna just say fuck you.