It's hard to remember the last time I actually made someone's life or day or moment happy.
I'm just a burden to everybody.
It would be easier for everyone if I wasn't around anymore.

Sometimes I get really fucking depressed, and I feel like there is no one I can talk to about it.

Because even if there was someone who was willing to listen, I would not be at all willing to talk.

I love Richard and would go to the ends of the earth and back for him.

When we first moved in together, there was one thing that he asked me to change about myself-- one little thing I had to give up. And in return, I asked that he change a similar thing about himself.

I changed.

He didn't.

I got the e-mail around 3 o'clock today... and I hyperventilated and cried my eyes out ( Read more... )

You ever just sit and cry vaguely, because one of the few things in your life that's keeping you going is suddenly gone?

This semester is starting to stress me out ( Read more... )

I submitted my forms and photos to the head of the Union Gallery yesterday... I'm really crossing my fingers. I'm feeling a mix of emotions. I'm nervous, I'm scared, I'm excited. This is the first gallery I've applied to on my own. They didn't seek me out or come attached to a class. I took the initiative and applied to be judged. My painting ( Read more... )

It's not that I'm depressed, really. I'm just upset. Here's the deal ( Read more... )

This is going to sound really emo and stupid, but I'm going to say it anyway.

I wish I could really be as happy as I pretend to be.

There, I said it.

I feel like if I ever got drunk alone with access to my computer, I would message a ton of guys telling them about how I wanted to fuck them silly in high school and/or college, but never acted on it because I have basically never been single.

Good thing I'm not the cheating type.