what a journal is meant for..

[daysgo_bye]

"I just poured my heart out,
There's bits of it on the floor,
And I take what's left of it &
rinse it under cold water,
And call him up for more."

so this is how i am.
i keep going back to things that hurt me.
i don't know what i'm doing.
things are just a mess.
i don't know who my friends are,
i don't know who my family is,
i don't know if i have a purpose;
i'm really confused.

this isn't about you if you think it is,
this is about a lot of little things that
have been accumulating over the past month or so.

so needless to say, i am not a happy camper.
and people annoy the shit out of me. jesus.