This might be a good thing?

[___doll_]

All I can think of is how I keep being used.
By everyone.
I get my own apartment,
everyone loves me and crashes, wasted, at my place.
I have money,
everyone magically is broke and needs food, gas, and cigs.
I start to like someone again,
everyone keeps secrets and lies.

Fuck it man.
Me and Liz are moving out of state. Probably NC or SC.
Maybe even IL or CA.
All we know is that we need eachother.
Me, her, and Weylan.
Our own little family.
Fuck it, I might as well get pregnant so Delilah can marry Weylan.
Cute.

My hair's to my shoulders no. WTF.
Jenna, with long hair?
And it's back blonde?
Damn girl.

I just need to slow my roll.

Oh yea.
I can't keep Isaac out of my head.
I want him back sometimes.
"Jenna, I am doing everything I can to get over you."
Fucking shit.
I cried when he sent that text.
Pathetic.

It's okay.
I'm still not broken.
Strong as fuck, yo.