Stupid stupid stupid...
I dont know why I lie. I dont know why stability scares me. Well maybe I do know why all these things exist, but I wish I knew how I could change them. I am thinking of going against my own beliefs and scheduling a much needed appointment with a therapist. Yep thats right, the rapist. Its quite apparent that the only person I can trust and believe in this world is my now ex-girlfriend. And without her I am just lost. I always have the advice for anyone that needs it, but where do I turn to when I have a problem. Those same people that I have helped for so many years are the same people that dont answer my calls and dont make any effort to do anything in my life when I need them the most. I feel like a head case and I wish I knew what to do. Thats where some serious therapy comes into play.
I hate Kara Baker. She is the epitome of everything that is wrong with people in this world. People, in general, cant admit fault. Cant at least say they do something but dont know why. The girl that talks about how much she is soooo different from the rest of the world, is actually one its worst forms. She could be different from them by moving on from the past, but she chooses to dwell. The 2 of them, Kara and the general populous of sub-life forms called human beings will never open up and change. They would rather just confide in themselves. Keep those skeletons locked in the closet and throw away the key. And those issues grow in there. And sooner or later there is no more room in that closet and those issues are now out and always on your mind. I hope that one day karma puts that pathetic leech of a fraudulent human being in its place so that I can feel like there is some kind of justice that still exists in this world.
I am alone. Again. Not because of anyones fault but my own. I will be at MassArt Bookstore and the bottom of a bottle if anyone is looking for me.
I hate Kara Baker. She is the epitome of everything that is wrong with people in this world. People, in general, cant admit fault. Cant at least say they do something but dont know why. The girl that talks about how much she is soooo different from the rest of the world, is actually one its worst forms. She could be different from them by moving on from the past, but she chooses to dwell. The 2 of them, Kara and the general populous of sub-life forms called human beings will never open up and change. They would rather just confide in themselves. Keep those skeletons locked in the closet and throw away the key. And those issues grow in there. And sooner or later there is no more room in that closet and those issues are now out and always on your mind. I hope that one day karma puts that pathetic leech of a fraudulent human being in its place so that I can feel like there is some kind of justice that still exists in this world.
I am alone. Again. Not because of anyones fault but my own. I will be at MassArt Bookstore and the bottom of a bottle if anyone is looking for me.