I sit at my desk and wonder to myself: What is it that makes me the way I am? Some say I am "Perfect". Those people are obviously blind and it really hurts me inside when I hear this. It hurts me inside when I hear any compliment about myself. I'm not attractive, I'm not smart, I'm not even worth talking to most of the time. I just make others ( Read more... )

im sick. Got a cold. I will just get over it. What the fuck was I thinking when I was flirting with Ashley? What the fuck was I thinking when I kissed her? Do I really want to get all mixed up with this shit again? Im sick physically, but mentally im sick of having to deal with everybody and listening to all of their problems. Im sick of all the ( Read more... )