God hates me.

Sorry for the lack of my appearance up in this joint. I know you all have missed me. Mucho apologizes from me ( Read more... )

Fact: I realize there are people not only in this world, but people in the same classes as myself, that have a "harder" life than I do ( Read more... )

I'm broken ( Read more... )

I draw in a deep breath before I close my eyes ( Read more... )

i'll be the first to admit, that i'm no where near perfect ( Read more... )

I hate you.

I don't know why I'm writing.
Perhaps, I think it'll make me feel better about...everything.
That's a lie.
A poor one, at that.

I'm worried.
I think I fucked up.
In a major way.
What to do?
Where to hide?

I need a vacation.
Some space.
A place to start over.
Where no one knows my name.

A hug.
Some vodka.

Tired.
Restless.
Overwhelmed.
That's just who I am this week.

Ooh.
I seem to be vomiting up Fall Out Boy lyrics.
Anyways...

I need some change.
A different town.
More chances.

Whatever "it" is, I can't seem to point my finger on it.

I miss you.
And how things you used to be when you were around.
Come back to me.