so basically I can die now ( Read more... )

fucking TODAY.

I am so ready!

three hundred and thirty-six hours.
twenty thousand one hundred and sixty minutes.
[approximately]

FOURTEEN DAYS.

excited doesn't even cover it, kids.

so,
Boo-Boo died this weekend.

and I'm still being treated like a piece of shit.

good times all around basically.

I'm wearing this as if it would mean something.

if I were to explain a single day in my life to you, and tell you the things that actually happen, would you listen? would you even care?

the answer is the same one I have been getting for how ever long I have been living this way.

sleeping in your bed was probably the worst choice I have ever made.
even if you were not in it with me.

I will not make myself this ill any longer ( Read more... )

I had the most fantastic dream last night about working in a record store with John Mayer. He and I would exchange jokes and most of the time he was giving me a piggy back ride.

I'm not entirely sure how a dream like that came about considering I cried myself to sleep last night [as usual].

Why am I being such a goddamn idiot?

I'm pretty much falling apart,

but what is new?

I just don't want to wake up like this anymore.

then my mother mentioned something about how it was so nice to see us together,
and my entire reality became skewed.

I guess I'll die trying to be the one you would die for.