May 29, 2007 22:18
I DON'T TALK ABOUT IT , BUT THE THOUGHT THAT I'M GOING TO DIE FROM THIS FUCKING CANCER CROSSES MY MIND HUNDREDS OF TIMES, OVER AND OVER. ALONG WITH THE THOUGHTS THAT I'LL NEVER GET MARRIED OR HAVE KIDS OR HAVE A HOME. THIS ISN'T ME BEING PESSIMISTIC, THIS IS ME BEING A REALIST AND THIS IS WHAT GOES THROUGH MY HEAD EVERY-FUCKING-DAY. SO WHEN ANYONE TELLS ME NOT TO LIVE THE WAY I WANT, WHICH IS TO THE FULLEST EXTENT. YEAH, I GET OFFENDED AND I GET HURT.
AND THIS GAME WITH PAUL JUMPING BACK AND FORTH WITH CONTACT WITH ME IS BUGGING ME. I NEED HELP AND SUPPORT NOW, SOMEONE TO HOLD ME WHILE I CRY AND I KNOW HE'S NOT THE ONE TO GIVE IT TO ME. SO PLEASE DISAPEAR OR START ACTING LIKE A MAN WITH A SOUL.