I'd post more often...but then as I begin to post, I realize that I post about the same shit...that's sad...that means the same fucked up shit happens every day and I think about the same fucking things every day. I'm depressed...and I don't like it. I've come to the realization that I can be happy, but I can't feel happy. It's like impossible
(
Read more... )
Comments 5
Reply
Reply
I'm not going to lie.
I still have bitterness/grudges toward you.
I most likely will for a very long time.
But I still enjoy your company, alot, and I wish I hung out with you more often. I'm pretty sure that for the most part, your a good person. :)
Reply
I always will and that poem is amazing...
You have a gift!!!
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment