December 2008
there is a void in my life that i try to fill with all the wrong people, places, and things.
i’m so jealous of people who have a reason to want to die.
i fucking hate myself for loving you.
so i’m 80.1% sure that i am depressed.
i wish i could help myself rather than sit around and cry about it.
bummer.
“just get me back to where i can watch you sleep,
where i can feel comfortable...”
i woke up with a realization. I’m really not happy anywhere !
you were right.