My selfish cry out to the cutter---YOU are the cutter.
This was written during school, before things got better! <3
My day? Oh, super fabulous! I love how last week I could make it through the day to know I could come home and talk to him, but this week -- I don't even know if we're talking. How could our feelings change so quickly for each other? Someone please explain to me how that works. This sux. My heart keeps getting stomped on. I don't want to put his name on the grand list of "Guys that have screwed me over". It's apparently the #1 list to be on this decade.
I just don't get it. I mean, I feel used, but was I? What did I do? What is going on with me?
I really wish I knew.
So anyways, all day I felt like crap. I wanted to go home and just cry. What has come over me? I feel like a piece of me died, or something. I cried on the bus ride to school-super special. I just kept getting so sidetracked, how did he manage to do this to me? How does he make it so that I CAN'T tell him how much I care, and how scared I am of losing him? Why can't I show him? It just has stopped meaning anything when I tell him that I don't know what I'd do without him. *growls*
THIS LIFE HAS GOTTEN THE BETTER OF ME-IT'S TIME TO STOP TRYING!
*OK, so after I got home, I talked to Doug, and things are better. I can genuinely say I'm happy now. <33
My day? Oh, super fabulous! I love how last week I could make it through the day to know I could come home and talk to him, but this week -- I don't even know if we're talking. How could our feelings change so quickly for each other? Someone please explain to me how that works. This sux. My heart keeps getting stomped on. I don't want to put his name on the grand list of "Guys that have screwed me over". It's apparently the #1 list to be on this decade.
I just don't get it. I mean, I feel used, but was I? What did I do? What is going on with me?
I really wish I knew.
So anyways, all day I felt like crap. I wanted to go home and just cry. What has come over me? I feel like a piece of me died, or something. I cried on the bus ride to school-super special. I just kept getting so sidetracked, how did he manage to do this to me? How does he make it so that I CAN'T tell him how much I care, and how scared I am of losing him? Why can't I show him? It just has stopped meaning anything when I tell him that I don't know what I'd do without him. *growls*
THIS LIFE HAS GOTTEN THE BETTER OF ME-IT'S TIME TO STOP TRYING!
*OK, so after I got home, I talked to Doug, and things are better. I can genuinely say I'm happy now. <33