This is kind of a ultra-personal blog. I'm going to rant, and I welcome people to rant to me.
And I’m dying to do it again.
I fucking hate myself.
Almost made it a whole two months. Longest in a while.
Isn’t it obvious I’m screaming for help? Sitting there crying about how I need you tomorrow? How I pushed the issue, and really pushed it?
You chose the worst day to take for yourself.
I don’t know how else to tell the four people I talked to that I need someone right now, that I need help.
Again.
November…not much to remember. You were not in sight.
December, change of the weather…you were by my side.
♥ Only just realized how appropriate this is.
i feel like everyone secretly hates me but nobody wants to tell me so they just pretend to like me
I feel like this is supposed to be ultra depressing and sad and lonely.
But I don’t feel like it is.
For me anyway.
For me, it means:
God damn, I just saw you and I already want to see you again.
I want to talk to you a lot more than is healthy for either of us, so I’m not going to wait around, and do other things while looking forward to the next time I see and talk to you.
I’m falling hard and fast, you give me butterflies and I love seeing you.
It’s like a bittersweet sort of thing, but more sweet. I miss you, because I have you.
I’m pretty damn happy. (:
Looks like I won, bitch.
But a resolution may have been reached?
I freaking hope so because I’m sick of this constant bullshit.
