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I don't know why I keep updating.
I just keep hoping that someone out there will care.
I've lost everything. I'm empty. There's nothing left.
I dread the majority of my day.
I go to sleep and I have a million dreams. They all start off like fairy tales and end like emotional nuclear holocaust.
I wake up, so bummed that I've woken up again. Even those dreams are better than this.
I keep putting on that cute happy face, I don't know why. I guess I'm afraid of showing everyone how sad I am and having them turn around and do the same thing to me everyone else has.
History repeats itself. Logic only proves that if everyone's left me in the dust in the past, I'll be left in the dust again. And again. And again.
I cry, seemingly unprompted. I sob over things that shouldn't even make me sad. I'm feeling all negative feelings tenfold, and I'm almost numb to good feelings. God, the only comfort I get is with Gino and.. that's how fucked up it is. Does anyone realize or care that I'm so fucked up that the ONLY comfort I get is with my ex? Doesn't anyone want to tell me that I shouldn't be going on dates nearly every single night with my ex?
Shouldn't there be one person who calls me and says "Put on your shoes, I'm picking you up and showing you a good time and you don't have a choice"? Shouldn't somebody care enough to at least pretend to care?
There are two things that I want. When someone tells to me that the thing I want more will never happen,
I'm going to make the second happen. People always say you should take your life into your own hands, anyway.
I just keep hoping that someone out there will care.
I've lost everything. I'm empty. There's nothing left.
I dread the majority of my day.
I go to sleep and I have a million dreams. They all start off like fairy tales and end like emotional nuclear holocaust.
I wake up, so bummed that I've woken up again. Even those dreams are better than this.
I keep putting on that cute happy face, I don't know why. I guess I'm afraid of showing everyone how sad I am and having them turn around and do the same thing to me everyone else has.
History repeats itself. Logic only proves that if everyone's left me in the dust in the past, I'll be left in the dust again. And again. And again.
I cry, seemingly unprompted. I sob over things that shouldn't even make me sad. I'm feeling all negative feelings tenfold, and I'm almost numb to good feelings. God, the only comfort I get is with Gino and.. that's how fucked up it is. Does anyone realize or care that I'm so fucked up that the ONLY comfort I get is with my ex? Doesn't anyone want to tell me that I shouldn't be going on dates nearly every single night with my ex?
Shouldn't there be one person who calls me and says "Put on your shoes, I'm picking you up and showing you a good time and you don't have a choice"? Shouldn't somebody care enough to at least pretend to care?
There are two things that I want. When someone tells to me that the thing I want more will never happen,
I'm going to make the second happen. People always say you should take your life into your own hands, anyway.