July 2011
6 posts
I AM SORRY.
Nights like these make me want to go back to how nights used to be. The familiar feeling of laying on the floor crying as I slice the blades across my skin. No, that did not hurt…. that is not what hurt. Everything inside me hurt and after that it is like all of that pressure its gone. I would love to do it again I would love to feel the rush of it again. But I cant I promised you I...
I honestly dislike it so much when you tell me about how much your family basically calls me a slut. It hurts and makes me feel like shit. I’m pretty sure you may or may not have found this blog. I dont plan on changing the URL. Oh well. I love you. I’m afraid of you leaving, me, school etc. I wish I could just be done with school so I could be with you more. I hate worrying I...
If I fucked up long ago, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it counted. I didn’t realize it counted. I didn’t realize it counted.
I just really do not know what I am doing with my life, its scary. I don’t want you to leave babe. I don’t want to even go to high school.. Its awful. I don’t really like most people there honestly and Id rather be doing other things. Just I dont know I just I hate these feelings. I’m wasting everything. I know I have a lot of potential that I’m wasting. Ugh....
Just come here.