July 2011
2 posts
I’m a fucking idiot.
Of course she doesn’t like me.
I’m a fat ass loser with no self-confidence.
I really should just give up. My days of being happy are over.
Life sucks, then you die.
Fuck you. I love you. I’m right here. And you couldn’t give less of a shit about me. You just want the attention.
I don’t know why I put myself through this.
You should mean nothing to me, but in this point of my life, you are all I have ever wanted.
June 2011
5 posts
Haven’t been this nervous about something in a long time.
Who cares anymore?
I have always felt that moving all my life was a good thing. It forced me to be able to change, or more correctly, lie to people about who I am, the things I like, and do whatever it took to fit in.
I did whatever I could to have friends, try to be popular, and then, when the time came to move, I could emotionally disconnect from the people I had come to befriend, and move on to the next set of...
First, and possibly last, post.
Based on the amount of laziness already happening in my life, I’m not entirely sure I’ll ever use this again.