Dec 14, 2006 06:04
im at the end of my fucking rope. Im so fucking sick and tired of losing sleep over this shit... its been like 2 months and i'd rather shoot myself in the face than deal with what i deal with day in and day out. I really miss you. But I can't talk to you. I love you but can't show it. So I keep it a secret and try and forget you. I don't want to forget you.
A year later. I would almost say I'm farther from my goals. Goals.... Who the fuck thought up goals anyways. They can fuck off. Goals... goals......goalssssssssssssss. once you meet one you make another.... goals....
People go thru phases, people rarely change. It takes alot to make a change. A lot. People do what it takes to get by during that phase of their life. Wether it's good or bad. FUIKCAGTAOGHN lost that thought mid thought.
There has to be something more for me. I'm not cut out for this kind of life. I can't believe I have to work tomorrow.