"Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love."
So... He's a killer to my sanity but such worthy fodder for some horrible poetry...
I really shouldn't drink so much, way too many emotions come out... Last night I was horrible to a boy who temporarily made me feel that I wasn't all alone in this world. Of course, I remembered later and went back to my usual miserable self, sent cryptic text messages and hung up on him when he called to check if I was ok. I wasn't really, I was curled up on my couch crying and punching at the air. I wish I knew what was wrong with me, maybe then I could try to fix it. Or, maybe I just shouldn't drink.
Also, when the fuck did I start trusting people again? I've been letting such personal thoughts escape my teeth lately, it's amazing. I really should stop, someone may have me committed.