You seem so bruised, and it's beautiful.
No one reads this piece of shit, so I figured I'd get all depresso in here.
I'm fucking sad.
And I don't know why. I wish I had an explanation as to why I feel so shitty. In the back of my mind I feel like it has to do with Andy, but there's nothing wrong with Andy and there's nothing wrong with me and there's nothing wrong with anything around me except that right now I feel like the ceiling is about to cave in and I'm afraid I'd like that. My mom "feels like theres a hole in her heart" because she misses her father, and I feel bad that I haven't cried about him since the day of the funeral. I hate being a shitty writer. I want to start over with everything. I want to be young again.
Maybe I'm just scared of what's going on with him. Maybe I'm scared that I have the potential to love him or I really do and he really does, too. But "us" isn't a good idea. It isn't even an idea. There's nothing I can do, now. I'm happy that were, "us" but I'm not happy because maybe "us" shouldn't exist. Okay, I'm ending this.
The entry, that is.
Kbye.
I'm fucking sad.
And I don't know why. I wish I had an explanation as to why I feel so shitty. In the back of my mind I feel like it has to do with Andy, but there's nothing wrong with Andy and there's nothing wrong with me and there's nothing wrong with anything around me except that right now I feel like the ceiling is about to cave in and I'm afraid I'd like that. My mom "feels like theres a hole in her heart" because she misses her father, and I feel bad that I haven't cried about him since the day of the funeral. I hate being a shitty writer. I want to start over with everything. I want to be young again.
Maybe I'm just scared of what's going on with him. Maybe I'm scared that I have the potential to love him or I really do and he really does, too. But "us" isn't a good idea. It isn't even an idea. There's nothing I can do, now. I'm happy that were, "us" but I'm not happy because maybe "us" shouldn't exist. Okay, I'm ending this.
The entry, that is.
Kbye.