you tell me the names of your brothers, and your favorite colors; im learning you.
this blank screen is intimidating. i cannot think of anything to write as of right now.
i feel like i am in a hole that is getting deeper as the days go by. i am digging it deeper. it is my fault, i know that. it always is.
people keep telling me to do what makes me happy. why do i feel like that is asking a lot? why is being happy so difficult to do?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO????
i hope i look back at this in a few months and laugh at myself for being stupid. i really hate myself for posting such a lame fucking entry. i just dont even want to delete it now.
something huge comes in the mail this week. i hope i am ready for it.
i just cant believe how much can change in a year. happy saint patricks day. tomorrow.
i feel like i am in a hole that is getting deeper as the days go by. i am digging it deeper. it is my fault, i know that. it always is.
people keep telling me to do what makes me happy. why do i feel like that is asking a lot? why is being happy so difficult to do?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO????
i hope i look back at this in a few months and laugh at myself for being stupid. i really hate myself for posting such a lame fucking entry. i just dont even want to delete it now.
something huge comes in the mail this week. i hope i am ready for it.
i just cant believe how much can change in a year. happy saint patricks day. tomorrow.