I quit. Told you I suck with new journals;

"Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty ( Read more... )

I don't go into thing cos people would hate me, altough they do anyway, and this is my sorry excuse of apologizing. I deserve all of this.

"I am fairly agile. I can bend and not break; or I can break and take it with a smile. I am so resilient; I recover quickly. I'll convince you soon that I am fine. Try to understand there's and old mistake that fools will make; & I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away. Wont you hold me now; [I will not bend I will not break]; ( Read more... )

I'm bored;


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So she says ( Read more... )

& this is where I can't handle it anymore. This is where I give up.

You'll never know.
I promise.

I'm not okay.
I promise.

This won’t mean a thing come tomorrow & that’s exactly how I’ll make it seem; Cos I'm still not sleeping, thinking I’ve crawled home from worse than this. So please, please, I’m running out of sympathy, I'm running out of sympathy! & I never said I’d take this - I never said I'd take this lying down. She says;"come on, come on, let’s just get this ( Read more... )

do you know how hard I try to keep new journals? so add me, I'll probably be back at __suave, add me anyway.