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I feel so shit.
I don't care if you call my Emo or whatever for this entry...
I don't care if you call me pathetic or Attention seeking...
If you want to know then read my entry if you want to cause a fuss and bitch... then go kill yourself for all i care.
Yesterday Sam was down, then later that day i decided to go back to bedford with her.
bought my ticket and bought us food to eat at the station cause Sam was hungry.
Then i find out...that my birthday was shitter than i expected.
Something happened on my birthday in bedford which im not going to put here.
Because things like that ruin people's lifes, and im speaking from experience.
But i thought i would get over it... i went bedford.
Woke up today.... bit dodgy about things... but it was alright, had a shower whilst sam was at school then went downstairs for a cup ' o ' tea.
Opened the fridge and saw some of the alcohol that was being drank on sunday by everyone... and at that point things hit me again.
I really couldn't handle the pictures that came into my head, my head has fucked me over now.
I can't think about anything else no matter how hard i try.
So, yet again my theory is correct?
Theory: Every time i am happy.... it get's destroyed.
Proven yet again.
There couldn't of been worse timing *Sigh*
I had finally sorted my life out, i was happy again ffs!
If i was able to cry right now i would.
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I don't care if you call my Emo or whatever for this entry...
I don't care if you call me pathetic or Attention seeking...
If you want to know then read my entry if you want to cause a fuss and bitch... then go kill yourself for all i care.
Yesterday Sam was down, then later that day i decided to go back to bedford with her.
bought my ticket and bought us food to eat at the station cause Sam was hungry.
Then i find out...that my birthday was shitter than i expected.
Something happened on my birthday in bedford which im not going to put here.
Because things like that ruin people's lifes, and im speaking from experience.
But i thought i would get over it... i went bedford.
Woke up today.... bit dodgy about things... but it was alright, had a shower whilst sam was at school then went downstairs for a cup ' o ' tea.
Opened the fridge and saw some of the alcohol that was being drank on sunday by everyone... and at that point things hit me again.
I really couldn't handle the pictures that came into my head, my head has fucked me over now.
I can't think about anything else no matter how hard i try.
So, yet again my theory is correct?
Theory: Every time i am happy.... it get's destroyed.
Proven yet again.
There couldn't of been worse timing *Sigh*
I had finally sorted my life out, i was happy again ffs!
If i was able to cry right now i would.
-Entry Finished-