how long exactly did it take you to go through all my shit and find this anyway? can i not have anything to myself? i dont even feel like starting over this time. fuck i have nothing anymore. this was all that was left
i hate you right now ryan. you blow. this was my journal. i just want you to go away. oh, that's right, you are. but somehow you've managed to find your way up MY GODDAMN ASS again.
fucking shit this sucks. its the second goddamn journal ive erased