nothing is ever consistant
I've come to the conclusion that nothing good ever stays long in my life.That theory pertains to a lot of things.For one thing i'm probably going to be spending the holidays at Woodridge due to the fact my massive cuts on my legs have been found out.As well as my attempt to overdose on aspirin.I knew that would never work.Sometimes I sit and think about why I am here.I mean I serve no real purpose and society hates me.I don't know.It seems like nothing ever works out for me.It seems like i'm set up to fail at anything that makes me happy or with anyone that makes me happy.I don't feel like sitting here and trying to explain my feelings.My head is throbbing and i'm tired.