and I know something he doesn't know, and so does Justin...Justin. hahaha.
shit. I'm really itchy, like really itchy. And I haven't said more than 20 words to my mother in the past 48 hours which is strange because my mother and I talk more than we breath. Oh well, shit changes.
I hate feeling like this. I'm not myself, I don't feel like me. I'm not this ugly, tactless person. I CAN'T STOP IT, that's the worst part. It won't stop when I want it to. And it's destroying everything around me. I hate this more than anything in the world. I want to die everytime this happens.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for being selfish. Fuck you for leaving me. Fuck you for being selfish. Fuck you for leaving me. Fuck you for leaving me. and lastly, fuck you for breaking my fucking heart.