Monday, just another perfect monday
I hate mondays. Actually I hate every day of the goddamn week. But this week is even worse. I have a prom on friday and I was looking really forward to it. But today I woke up and I hated going to it. But I have to. I promised someone. I wish I didn't.
I think I'm falling back into old habits. I am thinking dark again. My mother noticed it I think but she doesn't care. Why would she?
I ask myself everyday if she loves me. I don't know. She says she hates me so many times that I start believing it. I wish I could just go away. Leave, and never return. I want to feel safe. I want someone to run to. Some one who understands me. Who loves me no mather what happens. I think I am ready for real love.
I started writing again. poems and songs. I wish someone would want to read them.
I think I'm falling back into old habits. I am thinking dark again. My mother noticed it I think but she doesn't care. Why would she?
I ask myself everyday if she loves me. I don't know. She says she hates me so many times that I start believing it. I wish I could just go away. Leave, and never return. I want to feel safe. I want someone to run to. Some one who understands me. Who loves me no mather what happens. I think I am ready for real love.
I started writing again. poems and songs. I wish someone would want to read them.