Torture
I keep looking at the date and forgetting that this life is real.
I leave tomorrow, eh, tonight, driving out of my driveway at 3 am. I don't know if I will ever see my house again. I've been trying to grab at all the things that I love, but everything is slipping away and smiling. Its not so much that I'm wilting but that I've wilted.
I got into a car accident yesterday morning. I don't think my boyfriend really cared if I was okay or not. Sometimes I think its better to be alone.
I hate lying and manipulative people. I hate friends who will stab you in the back for a second of false satisfaction. I hate the feeling of hatred.
The Spanish word for "free" is "sin."
I leave tomorrow, eh, tonight, driving out of my driveway at 3 am. I don't know if I will ever see my house again. I've been trying to grab at all the things that I love, but everything is slipping away and smiling. Its not so much that I'm wilting but that I've wilted.
I got into a car accident yesterday morning. I don't think my boyfriend really cared if I was okay or not. Sometimes I think its better to be alone.
I hate lying and manipulative people. I hate friends who will stab you in the back for a second of false satisfaction. I hate the feeling of hatred.
The Spanish word for "free" is "sin."