I moved out 3 weeks ago tomorrow.

I couldn't do it anymore. It just keeps getting uglier. I don't necessarily feel any better. Physically, I am; but, mentally, I fear I am no better off. That scares me; maybe it was me all along.

I'm not sure where to go from here.

I wish I could understand the frustration, but I don't. Imagine how I feel, don't think that I want this either. Every time I try to make a decision for myself, every single person I know jumps on a huge bandwagon telling me I couldn't be more wrong and gets pissed at me for it. I am sorry that I am not handling things the way you would like, but I ( Read more... )

March 4th, 2003 ( Read more... )

I'm not really sure where I'm headed right now; but, I feel like it isn't looking good. Things are good, yet miserable at the same time. It is fucking ridiculous how fucking tired I am. The pills make my head feel decent, not better, it's no cure, but I guess it works. The teachers are starting to worry me, because I am damn well out of excuses and ( Read more... )

This is not good ( Read more... )

It's quarter to four...I'm bored.
I'm starting to just give up trying to sleep entirely.
I figure, if my body demands sleep, I'll find out eventually.
Things are not good. I'm trying to be in good spirits, but I'm not much of a liar.

Color me dead.

Kinda lost on just about everything right now. : /

It's coming again.
I'll do my best, but I can't make any promises.
I'm not even sure how exactly I'm making myself this way.
Forecast: Broken.

This story is old. I'm so sick of being sick. I decided not to go back to the doctor for fear my own actions pertaining to his remedies, I think I'd just rather be sick than be sick with one more thing wrong with me. Sleep is no longer in my vocab, however my body is going to be giving out soon I can feel it coming. All I see is shit I would give ( Read more... )

I;m not right, I'm not seeing right, my head is throbbing, and everytime I close my eyes I see all of my mistakes ( Read more... )