i really hate these reoccuring dreams.

and, the one-year anniversary is coming up. i don't know how i'm going to feel that day.
remember, i love you oh so much.

i'm looking at old things tonight and i'm getting really sad.

i'm carrying my thoughts through an open field.

alot of the time i feel like i can never be like her. not pretty enough, not smart enough. i don't doubt that he thinks about her sometimes. actually, i dont know what i think anymore.
i feel like there's so much i can't live up to.

This is all too familiar. sometimes it just feels better to give in.

fuck this. i'm so tired of everything.

i'm in these jeans of his with her name still on them.

fuck her. now i'm paying her price.

I got something to say you know but nothing ever comes,
yes i know what you think of me, you never shut up.