It's awful. I try as much as I can to think about anything else.  Everything else.  It's hopeless.  I don't know what I want.  I don't know what's best.  And I can't even think about it objectively.  I just want to cry all day, because it's the only thing that makes me feel okay.  I just want to sleep.  I just want him.  And I don't know if I ( Read more... )

Today has been the same as its always been.  We're still scared, and guarded.
I just want to tell you that I know you're afraid to show me that you love me because you don't want to get hurt; but it hurts me, thinking you don't love me.  But knowing you do.
We're trying to be strong, but this is making us weak.  We would be stronger by letting ( Read more... )

I just feel empty.

Silent car ride.  Unknown feelings ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wish I could be stronger.  I wish I could stand up for myself.  You make me feel weak.  Pathetic.  Unimportant.  But you don't want to hear about it.  You don't want to hear about my problems.  I learned that quickly.  So I talk about my short-term problems.  The ones neither of us care about.  Unfortunately, now that's all you see of ( Read more... )

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I don't trust you, at all.  What a shame.

And so there I sat ( Read more... )

All the days are meshed into one, and I don't know where it began ( Read more... )

Remembering my past has screwed me up so much. I don't even know what to do with my emotions. All I can do is cry, and bitch at people, and sleep. Ignorance was for sure bliss.