Oh, the situation I get myself into. I'm just too nice of a person, wanting to "please everyone."

LUST.
LOST.
LOSE.
LOVE.

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I absolutely hate being alone. I get this feeling that comes over me, and it's not good. I want my life to be so many things, but I have none of them. I'm selfish and I take things for granted. Kill me now.

Don't flatter yourself, please.
You think you're so great and grand.
Take a look at yourself from a different perspective,
you'll realize that you wouldn't like you either.

I wish I led the most troubling life. I wish I was in a deep hole that I couldn't just climb out of. I wish I had reason to feel the way I do. I go on pretending every single day, and I'm pretty tired of it. But it's who I am, I guess I can't really change.

Things are going better, in a sense. It'll be over soon enough.

It's ironic how I'm just now realzing that I don't need you.

Today was really good. For no real reason. I'm just putting the past behind me, and I'm ready to face everything. Things will be better now. Things are only as bad as I make them. I've always known that. But sometimes bad things need to happen. Without pain and suffering, there'd be no compassion. Thank God.

I hate that I'm nothing how I want to be. I pretend and I fake most of everything. Don't let me go, I'll come around eventually.