So what now?
I'm not going to go into detail about the last two weeks. I don't want to.
All I'm going to say is that I'm through with love, the whole Cassanova act.
Love hurts. A lot. Being on an emotional rollercoaster for the last 5/6 months has not done me a world of good. I think it's high time that I stop. If I carry on like this, I'm only going to do myself more damage.
I've realised the people I've neglected, the stupid things I've done. I think this is punishment for ignoring people close to my heart for too long.
I don't care now. I'm not going to involve myself with any relationships for a long time. I'm just going to live. Live now. Live for myself. Be selfish. No more wrecking myself over another person. Irresponsibility and good times beckon - I don't want to think about the fact I'll be out of my teens in three years. It depresses me.
My writing (as well as some friends, and a bit of alcohol) has kept me going lately. It's about the only thing I can really concentrate on and keep my mind set on. Perhaps it's an outlet of sorts.
God. I sound like someone playing the whole "tortured artist" angle. Times like these I want to kick myself for being a complete shit.
Ray, Kay, whoever. If you're reading this, I want to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was quite angry, not at you, not at anybody. I just feel angry at everything, and despite considering myself relatively intelligent, I can't figure out why. Stupid, isn't it?
Opus dei. Life will always be life.
All I'm going to say is that I'm through with love, the whole Cassanova act.
Love hurts. A lot. Being on an emotional rollercoaster for the last 5/6 months has not done me a world of good. I think it's high time that I stop. If I carry on like this, I'm only going to do myself more damage.
I've realised the people I've neglected, the stupid things I've done. I think this is punishment for ignoring people close to my heart for too long.
I don't care now. I'm not going to involve myself with any relationships for a long time. I'm just going to live. Live now. Live for myself. Be selfish. No more wrecking myself over another person. Irresponsibility and good times beckon - I don't want to think about the fact I'll be out of my teens in three years. It depresses me.
My writing (as well as some friends, and a bit of alcohol) has kept me going lately. It's about the only thing I can really concentrate on and keep my mind set on. Perhaps it's an outlet of sorts.
God. I sound like someone playing the whole "tortured artist" angle. Times like these I want to kick myself for being a complete shit.
Ray, Kay, whoever. If you're reading this, I want to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was quite angry, not at you, not at anybody. I just feel angry at everything, and despite considering myself relatively intelligent, I can't figure out why. Stupid, isn't it?
Opus dei. Life will always be life.