i just wanna die. i cant fall in love, or out. i cant keep my friends. i dont have a job. i dont have money. i dont know what to do.

(if god is a potter, and our life is his clay; at the finished stage our life is already over and we are completed pottery in a gigantic art gallery in heaven.)

rachel: heaven is just a big gallery of dead pottery.

there's so much that i wish i could say, but i can't, because someone would read it and take it the wrong way and whine and complain to someone else just like every other fucking time i reveal anything personal, and it kills me.

there may be a friends cut coming up soon, so comment with why you should be kept on my list.

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i think i have mad a lot of bad decisions lately.
everything feels like a mistake.
friends
school
work
church
everything.
i wish i could go back to february and start over again.
i'm still pretty sick.
at least i can hold food down now.
not that i want to.

i want to spend the next 4 days crying.

if there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal ( Read more... )

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