I hate this.
Directly or indirectly, every aspect of my life relied on his loving me. At least every aspect of the life I was living.
And I'm crying instead of sleeping and laughing instead of living.
This hurts so much.
So I'll wear sad and angry shirts all hot summer long. I'll have a shit time in school next semester. I'll cry to Shannon and cry to Lyndsey and cry to Ingrid and if you stick around long enough, I'll probably cry to you too. Then I'll leave leave leave. Because this place doesn't fit anymore.
I don't know what I'm doing.
And I'm crying instead of sleeping and laughing instead of living.
This hurts so much.
So I'll wear sad and angry shirts all hot summer long. I'll have a shit time in school next semester. I'll cry to Shannon and cry to Lyndsey and cry to Ingrid and if you stick around long enough, I'll probably cry to you too. Then I'll leave leave leave. Because this place doesn't fit anymore.
I don't know what I'm doing.