the end
I check my myspace messages last night before heading to bed/couch and I find a message from Jessica.
This can't be good. I can't bring myself to read it.
It's probably her being mad at something I wrote in some blog or some shit. I don't see how it can be good so I am going to stay away from it for now.
I don't need to feel more like shit.
I really hope I didn't do something else to piss her off or hurt her.
Maybe it really will be for the best if I just delete this fucking thing, delete all other blog-ish things I have and just vanish because I'm still hurting and sometimes I need to get it out some way. Seems like whenever I do that, she ends up pissed and I feel more sick, pathetic, and fucked.
so this will be the last post for a good damned long while.
To anyone who actually reads this bullshit, thanks.
Drew
This can't be good. I can't bring myself to read it.
It's probably her being mad at something I wrote in some blog or some shit. I don't see how it can be good so I am going to stay away from it for now.
I don't need to feel more like shit.
I really hope I didn't do something else to piss her off or hurt her.
Maybe it really will be for the best if I just delete this fucking thing, delete all other blog-ish things I have and just vanish because I'm still hurting and sometimes I need to get it out some way. Seems like whenever I do that, she ends up pissed and I feel more sick, pathetic, and fucked.
so this will be the last post for a good damned long while.
To anyone who actually reads this bullshit, thanks.
Drew