Nothing shy of fucking incredible.

Ask me how much I love being in love. My answer might surprise you.

I didn't mean that I swear. First and foremost I'd like to appologize for saying hurtful things that I didn't mean. I'm not sure if I'm even capable of feeling hate for someone that I don't actually know. And even if I am, it's certainly not like me. Maybe it's just that I hate the idea of you. I hate the fact that I'm not with him and you are. I ( Read more... )

I used to be so happy and so otpimistic.

Ryan's right. Or, I guess I'm right. Time heals everything ( Read more... )

Over ( Read more... )

So it's like this:

I absolutely hate being alive.

The end.

<3Liz

I'm officially one of those people who hates the happy people. I especially hate you if you're in love and someone loves you back. A lot.

Carl: So, how are you?
Liz: Ugh, awful. How are you?
Carl: Ugh, terrible.

Yeah, that pretty much sums that up...

Things are still awful. The future holds... well... nothing.
And I want to die.
Yessssss.

¿Has necesitado a una persona tanto, y cuando está con esa persona, no hay otra cosa en el mundo que le importa? Cuando no estoy con él, no puede sentir. Cuando no estoy con él, a mi, nada me importa ( Read more... )

This hurts. After a week or so of lies that he thought I needed to hear, I'm left alone.
I feel so empty and confused. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel.

I guess I'm left with one lame question:
Do the good times outweigh the bad?

Not as far as I can see...

Things are going... Alright.

Things with Kevin are... Miserable... But I'm still hopeful.
Work... Sucks.
Therapy is... Useless.

I'm starting to dread the end of the summer more and more for so many reasons.
The lack of money being one of the biggest.

Today = Sarah's, Work
Not too shabby.
Call me and let me know how you are.

Love, Miss Liz