I want to write down what I feel. I want to write something. but I just can't seem to say what I'm feeling. The only thing I'm sure of if my unhappiness. My life is to broken, into little fucking pieces that I can't even recover. My trust is shattered, my love life completely destroyed, my heart is still broken, and over what? Over one individual. ( Read more... )

Yesterday turned out pretty nice. It was exciting actually. Snuck out, took the train to Nassau and slept over Alex's house. Came back around 4pm and nobody never even knew I was gone. That shows how long it would take for somebody to notice if I really disapeared ( Read more... )

I'm so left behind. I don't even have a face in the world anymore. All I do is cry. It's not fair. Why can't I have any friends? Why did you all desert me? What happened... I don't understand why people change so much. I was re-decorating my room the other day, taking down photo's of all the people who either hate me or won't talk to me or just ( Read more... )

I'm leaving you. I'm leaving every one of you ( Read more... )

I wish this was the end of the line, but my body won't even let me die.

Im fed up. Completely and utterly fed up with the drama that constantly revolves around me here. So I'm leaving. My father is moving to Florida in a few weeks or months or whatever, and f he'll let me, I'm going with him. I'm tired of trying to deal with the things here, I want to wait until I graduate but I dont know if I can even wait that long. ( Read more... )

I'm sick and tired of being treated the way I am. I'm tired of people pretending to like me than talking behind my back, I'm tired of the same old shyt. I'm tired of being used for money, and being strung along like some fucking rag doll you throw over your shoulder. Please let me know when your done talking behind my back and having a grand old ( Read more... )

So apparently the only friends I have are back stabbing ass holes. What kind of friends steal my fucking money? Fucking scum bags are too involved with drugs to have any friends. Well i hope ya'll like your drugs better than friends cause as fucked up as you are you wont have any.

Last night was fun. Almost got fucked up thought because my sister didn't come home last night, and my mother didn't go to sleep. I snuck out of the house while having a conversation with my mother, and as I was walking out the door i was like "okay I'm going to sleep right now, don't try to talk to me anymore." And just left @ like 12pm. I thought ( Read more... )

Things never work out the way I hope they will. I wish they did. I met somebody about two weeks ago. He held me like nobody else ever has, and kissed me and held my hand. We were drunk and he didn't remember anything the next morning, and he doesn't understand why I'm so upset that he doesn't remember. Meeting him made me smile for the first time ( Read more... )