Things have gone down hill significantly since my last entry. Roxy finally left me for good. There was no big fight, except for the one between steel and my tattered soul. I suppose these scars on my skin can serve as my diary
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I don't think that was necessary, was it? Am I really a looser? You could have at least told me who you where so I could at least have asked you why I was a looser.
I just sliced my wrists twice when I read this. I was already depressed and this just made it worse. I am currently thinking about hanging myself from the ceiling fan. I hate you more than I hate myself. I can't stop crying...
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i write from the heart
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