Sunday.
There is something about Sunday that is so depressing. For the last 3 Sundays i've found myself crying. Well not really this Sunday, yet... anyway. I've been staying at Candaces for the last week because things at home arent' going so well. Things in general aren't going so well. I stayed at J's last night it's really weird how you can find comfort in the place you least expect it. I can't remember ever having a real conversation with him but for some reason in the last week he's seemed genuinely concerned about me and it really means alot. If it was for Candace i dont know what i would do.
I feel like someone has stabbed me in the heart a zillion fucking times.
I dont know why i cant stop feeling so empty.
Life just isnt life anymore right now. I dont wanna do anything i have no motivation.
"And these mistakes you've made you'll just make them again, if you only try turning around"
Why do i keep making the same mistakes again?
I miss jess. I cant stand the thought of her being in the fucking army.
I would give anything to see her face.
I feel like someone has stabbed me in the heart a zillion fucking times.
I dont know why i cant stop feeling so empty.
Life just isnt life anymore right now. I dont wanna do anything i have no motivation.
"And these mistakes you've made you'll just make them again, if you only try turning around"
Why do i keep making the same mistakes again?
I miss jess. I cant stand the thought of her being in the fucking army.
I would give anything to see her face.