Sometimes, I wonder if you and I are the only ones who care to remember.
Sometimes, I wonder if the others even knew how deeply the friendship mattered.
Sometimes, I hate myself.
Sometimes, I think I'm a dirty liar.
Sometimes, I wish I weren't.
Sometimes, I'm glad I am.
Sometimes, I want to die.
Sometimes, I don't.
Sometimes, I'm disgusted with myself.
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I don't know if you know, but the choir is going to see RENT at the Benedum on Friday. RENT!!!!! Well, we've been doing this fundraiser...

( I sorta kinda hate myself. )

Notice: This blog, since I only have one friend on here, is normally just going to address you directly, Erin. In case you haven't figured that out ( Read more... )

I know why I keep myself so busy ( Read more... )

Maybe it's not even anger, really. Maybe I'm just sad and upset and alone and I'm channeling it all into an insurmountable rage that I can't seem to contain.

There's one issue.

I can't tell anyone what the problem is.

It's not that there's some big secret I'm hiding from the world, it's just that...

I don't know, any better than the rest of you.

Yes, I ( Read more... )

This entry goes out to one of my best friends in the entire world: Erin ( Read more... )