On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

Sometimes, it kills me to remember what a waste of life I am.

So, uhm, i use my other journal all the time and this one never now.

Ask me if you even care.

10 June 2006... 2038 ( Read more... )

I am no where near the person I was one year ago.

I don't even know her anymore..

Andy called me last night and I couldn't handle it.

My dad is really, really depressed again.

I want to go to the science center.

And drink tea.

And lie in the grass and feel the SUN against my skin.

HolyshitIneedsummer.
Everything is so much more tolerable with warm weather... it's the only time I feel I can cope.

I try. I try as hard as I fucking can to stay calm ( Read more... )

I feel so empty.
Like there is nothing left.
And I just want to fucking scream,
But I don't even have that in me anymore...

Sometimes, I feel so alone that I can't escape it.
I can be completely surrounded by people, yet somehow I know that they're not really there.. no one's really there, and everyone is simply a figment of my imagination.

How does one escape something like that?

Suck.
Totally suck.
So hardcore.

They're inconsiderate, fucking rude assholes. End of story.

I'm two seconds away from kicking every single one of them in the mouth.