it would be so much easier if i could stop counting the fights, and stop counting the pounds, my life would be easier.
I’m not asking for my heart back. I don’t want the damn busted thing. I just want to feel like me again. And apparently that means I need to leave.
Going home from partying. #goodnight #fuckyeah #sexy #shoes #heels #justme #girls #girl #gogoswag #gogo (Taken with instagram)
my dog is downstairs snarling and growling… hes been doing it for 30+ minutes.
im really scared:/
I know I shouldn’t be upset, or hurt, or crying, or…or drinking. holding the blade anywhere near my skin, holding it at all. Let’s face it, I’m not chopping up apples at 2:30 Am…
But yet here i am. Feeling as worthless and pathetic as ever, and I run. screaming, to anyone who will listen. Which so far… one person has answered. And probably just because she knows the subject of my hurt…
Did I ask how she was? no. Did I want to? YES. I -want- to actually converse with people. I want to have a normal social interaction. But I didn’t, and it don’t. The second I get hurt, I look for justification.
There are better people … with bigger problems. And i keep forgetting that.
I’m sorry. and you can always come to me. Promise.