Sunday, June 6, 2010 10:43 AM
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I can't believe I actually said- let alone thought -that I was happy.
My mind is at war right now- to forget or to keep holding on to that last shred of hope.
I'm not sure which is winning.
ARGH.
I feel like hacking my brain into a gazillion pieces and feeding them to the sharks.
I'm in so much pain, but like I said before.
You probably won't care.
Maybe you're not exactly right for me.
Maybe you are.
I wish I was never born.
That way, life would probably be a hell lot easier for you.
Sure, sure.
I know that running away from my problems is not gunna solve them but when I face them, all I get is a load of uncertain bull.
Fuck.