May 08, 2005 00:49
24 days.
starting on caffine pills again. stress=lack of sleep=tired all the time. i. hate. my. life.
tired of taking chances. tired of waiting for things to get better. tired of trying. tired of wishing and wanting more. tired of expecting the best and recieving the worst.
i don't know where i'm going. what i'm doing. how i'll get wherever. i have an idea of where i'll be: renting out the room that isaias has in his house. working at target. wasting away indefinitly.
i don't know how i got myself into this mess. i don't believe in ghosts until i see them. and i wish you were here. i wish you were here and i was so far away. i wish i could go away forever and never have to worry about coming back. i wish i could just lay in bed forever and never have to wake up. i wish a lot of things. i wish and predict a lot of things. but i need a promise. i need a promise. and moving out and away from my mom, sisters, brother, ect will give me the promise that i will never have to go through what i've gone through.
shit. i need to get away. for good. forever. and ever. and ever.
"you're a demon in the sack."