Problems, problems, problems.
I am. The world's BIGGEST fuck-up ever. It's terribly official. I came back tonight, and I won't say what happened, but fuck. I haven't cried since I left.. And here I am again. Crying. I will never ever know what I want. I will never ever be a good person. I'm going to deny it, but come at me with accusations of evil-doing, and most-likely I'll secretly agree. Ringo's here with me. I'm cradling him and stroking his cheeks. Is it odd that he's keeping me sane?
I'm having serious physical problems as well. My back is like, trying to murder me, it's so bad, and every time I swallow, I get excruciating pain between the bottoms of my shoulder blades. I don't want something to be wrong with me. ._. This has been going on since Tuesday. I'm finally seeing a doctor tomorrow. It runs in the family to do this. My Grandmother walked on a broken ankle for two weeks before she went and saw someone.
I'm having serious physical problems as well. My back is like, trying to murder me, it's so bad, and every time I swallow, I get excruciating pain between the bottoms of my shoulder blades. I don't want something to be wrong with me. ._. This has been going on since Tuesday. I'm finally seeing a doctor tomorrow. It runs in the family to do this. My Grandmother walked on a broken ankle for two weeks before she went and saw someone.