happiness isnt a possibility for me. -tears-
just got told by an ex that he couldn't even begin to summarize
HALF the flaws i have, because the i.m. box isn't big enough.
i feel worthless.
again.
as usual.
i'm sick of fucking crying.
over assholes!
is it so damn bad that i want to be fucking happy?
ive only experienced it once.
a long, long time ago.
and it's become quite apparant by now that it's never going
to happen again.
a girl can dream, i guess.
but whats the point of dreaming about something that's never
going to come true?
there isnt one.
-more tears-