Life in plastic, It's fantastic.
I am so lonely. It didn't really hit me until now. I wish I wouldn't tell myself that things will be okay and then I'm good and better of this way. This is definitely not the way to go. It seemed okay at the time, and nothing has even happened, and I can see things not working out already. I hate this. I really do. I love how I lie to myself and it backfires. Geez. I don't know, I just, I can't get over how things work out. It's unbelievable...just...unfucking believable.