I haven't posted in ever. Not this journal even gets read by anyone so it doesn't really matter much. I usually only update when I'm sad and I need to let everything out, and somehow I feel like doing it over the internet rather than in an empty notepad document ( Read more... )

I miss everything I used to be. I'm trying to figure out whether the change is you or me... I think it might be me. I think I may be bitter. I think I may be growing bored of never getting what I wanted, and I think that makes me selfish. I want to be very, very happy for you, but instead I am a ball of anger and sadness, and I can't remember how ( Read more... )

~ Yourself (alias the main character)

Zooey Deschanel

Except I really don't have those eyes at all, I am not that lucky.


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i'm just so fucking pissed about how my friends aren't really my friends, and i'm always forced into doing things i don't want to. i'm 18 years old, i can cry my own god damn life and i don't need my parents to do it for me anymore. my body is my body and it is not theirs, and they can't make me do anything i don't want to with it. i'm just so ( Read more... )

I want to run back into your arms, pretend all of this never happened. I want to pretend you called me every week and told me you loved me, and that we would never stray from each other, and you'd see me soon. I wish you cared about me like you used to. This hurts me more than you'll ever know. I want you back, I want my best friends. I want to cry ( Read more... )

The fact is, you probably heard everything I said and read everything I wrote, and you just don't want to come to terms with who I am and who you are. I used to know you like the back of my hand. I used to know your biggest secrets and greatest fears. I used to talk to you on the phone until you fell asleep. I used to smile when I heard your ( Read more... )

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Can't remember what I'm supposed to say, I'm just ready to do what I'm supposed to do. I'm so sick, so often.

i miss the days when i remembered what i was doing and what you were thinking. there's nowhere to go but home, and it's the first and last place i want to be. the city lights aren't sparkling, because they're no longer here with me and it makes me feel so alone. i can walk down these streets but they aren't the streets i knew before. you said you ( Read more... )