i'm free to be me, and i'm happy!

I exist inside this person I've become. I know this and am sure of this. Traces of myself come through at times, yet I am being held inside by something else.

I don't know.

I used to understand.
but what's the point....

in spending

L
I
F
E

apart from people YOU TRULY LOVE.

ITS FUCKING BRUTAL EVERY DAY.

EVERY

SECOND.

in every way.

I will always hurt the people I love most.
I will continue to spend money on things I want to feel good and stow away my feelings of hatred, regret, and sadness.
I will be forever deserving of all the bad things that come into my life.

c'est vrai.

dear B.T. Pullen,

I miss you, get a hold of me.
do you still aim?
if so, 'glass candy beat' is mine.

yours,
marianne

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oh boy

I can't sleep...
Tricky, ringing in my ears.
3:59.
I have chilly feet.
And class at 9.
My tongue is burned.

fljsdf;ahsdg

sigh ( Read more... )

is it okay if I say my parents are making my days off miserable? because I think it might be possible. I had three days off this past weekend for the first time if WHO knows how long, and they made me come home to clean the basement out, which made me have to stay overnight (the worst) and into the next night. My whole three days were depressing. I ( Read more... )