
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
wanted:
new good friends who don't change
personalities from one day to the next.
I hate being alone.
but with a bunch of friends who have no time for be.
i've been alone for quite some time now.
Monday, September 22, 2008
confinment. not my first choice. last week was better.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
away.
I love dashboard confessional so much sometimes that I hate it..
It's ability to connect me with past summers and taunt me with
good missed memories and times I wish I relive.
Why does everything had to be so fucking hard?
why do I have to make everything difficult.
everyday I become more and more convinced I have a mental illness.
starting to panic..wait..wait
I remember thinking 3 years ago that freaking out and panicking
was a bad thing. Keep everything inside. Stay sane.
But that night that I let myself go crazy,
head hitting trashcans, walls, glass.
I'm convinced I knocked something loose,
and it is gradually just unwinding.
I have become one of those girls.
entirely comsumed in him.
relying on his happiness to be my happiness.
i'm so wrong. i don't give him a chance to breathe.
i blow a gasket when he wants to change plans to hang with friends.
what's wrong with me?
I need to just step back from the situation.
yes. step back.
I'd be pissed if he was getting mad that I wanted to hang with friends
instead of him for once.
and I completely get that.
but since I basically have no friends,
and my best friend lives so far away.
he's all I have.
I need hobbies.
Time wasters.
New job.
anything.
It's ability to connect me with past summers and taunt me with
good missed memories and times I wish I relive.
Why does everything had to be so fucking hard?
why do I have to make everything difficult.
everyday I become more and more convinced I have a mental illness.
starting to panic..wait..wait
I remember thinking 3 years ago that freaking out and panicking
was a bad thing. Keep everything inside. Stay sane.
But that night that I let myself go crazy,
head hitting trashcans, walls, glass.
I'm convinced I knocked something loose,
and it is gradually just unwinding.
I have become one of those girls.
entirely comsumed in him.
relying on his happiness to be my happiness.
i'm so wrong. i don't give him a chance to breathe.
i blow a gasket when he wants to change plans to hang with friends.
what's wrong with me?
I need to just step back from the situation.
yes. step back.
I'd be pissed if he was getting mad that I wanted to hang with friends
instead of him for once.
and I completely get that.
but since I basically have no friends,
and my best friend lives so far away.
he's all I have.
I need hobbies.
Time wasters.
New job.
anything.
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