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I haven't updated this thing in awhile. I remember thinking about it when my birthday went by, when I turned 21. Or when I got a job. When my grandfather died. When the semester got rough.
When Kat tried to kill herself. And then did it again.
I don't hear from her in days because she's in the hospital and next thing I know, she's on Facebook, but hasn't bothered to call or anything. And she was on to like my status. That's just not good enough.
And Austin wonders why someone would try to kill themselves. It makes me love him but it also makes me want to hit him.
My manager sent me home and wrote me up because I forgot my tie today and I've barely slept in days.
But the magazine with my poem finally came out and Chrissy is making so much music. We talked about how we like to be sad in order to write/make music and how it's worth it. She said she wants to see how the other side is like for a day and I told her that's what drugs are for but she was already thinking it.
It's been drizzling for days. I lost my passion for everything this semester, thought about dropping out and giving up, thought about quitting everything and then actually did.
It's just one of those nights that I really don't want to be alone and I don't want to be sober but no one's around and it's just so difficult to reach out sometimes.
It's almost over, though. I have one more final and then a decent break. Maybe we can make up for lost times like we always do with a few good parties.
It's kind of funny to realize you've changed, that you're nothing like the person you once were.
When Kat tried to kill herself. And then did it again.
I don't hear from her in days because she's in the hospital and next thing I know, she's on Facebook, but hasn't bothered to call or anything. And she was on to like my status. That's just not good enough.
And Austin wonders why someone would try to kill themselves. It makes me love him but it also makes me want to hit him.
My manager sent me home and wrote me up because I forgot my tie today and I've barely slept in days.
But the magazine with my poem finally came out and Chrissy is making so much music. We talked about how we like to be sad in order to write/make music and how it's worth it. She said she wants to see how the other side is like for a day and I told her that's what drugs are for but she was already thinking it.
It's been drizzling for days. I lost my passion for everything this semester, thought about dropping out and giving up, thought about quitting everything and then actually did.
It's just one of those nights that I really don't want to be alone and I don't want to be sober but no one's around and it's just so difficult to reach out sometimes.
It's almost over, though. I have one more final and then a decent break. Maybe we can make up for lost times like we always do with a few good parties.
It's kind of funny to realize you've changed, that you're nothing like the person you once were.