Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid
Thinking of you makes me sick to my stomach
Physically ill
Anxiety ridden and tormented to the core
Every limb every pore
My guts twist and my bones bow
You send my head spinning
You send me spinning
Making me wait wait wait
Always with the fucking wait
It's time I mowed down these roses

My best friend moved away and isn't coming back.

My lover is ignoring me for the millionth time and for the millionth time I'm telling myself that the next time he comes around I won't be forgiving.

I went to a show yesterday by myself.  It was better than Xanax.

I'm lonely.  Just being around people isn't enough.

 I left this journal because I thought I would write in a "real" journal for awhile.  It turns out I didn't write much at all ( Read more... )