i lose.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I wonder how horrible it would be if I skipped out on my graduation.
If I just ran away that day.
God. If I knew David would be with me, I would go.
But he won’t.
He won’t run with me.
Ever.
And right now.. that’s all I need.
What if I’m never safe.
Or sane.
I just want to run.
(via youmaybeoffended)
Oh yeah!
I’m messing everything up.
(via thechocolatebrigade)
Oh yeah. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m mentally insane.
I am, in fact, afraid that my mind will decay.
And that I will rot.
Ha!
Oh. And I’m getting fat.
So fuck.
So I got on facebook today. I checked up update things. And there I had been tagged in a note. A note written by Jeremey Taylor? (We were good friends like, two years ago? For like, three years.) And then I cried.
I thought he had forgotten a lot.
I suppose not.
You stopped calling me babe.
Or baby.
Or dear.
Things just seem distant.
God. What if you’re drifting away from me?
Hai Guys.
I would like to say, Fuck You. Yes. Fuck you. Don’t ask me fucking questions you know that answer to. I really would much rather turn around and just say, “Fuck you.” Seriously. It’s so fucking bitchy. You know I’m having problems with the whole fucking situation.
God. Damn. Bitch.
You’re a fucking bitch. That’s what you are.
The end.
