it was cut and run in '91
put yourselves in a straight jacket
but when you plead insane it's no cheaper than humiliation
that's free.
i am not very good. i think i'm having some kind of mental breakdown tonight.
just everything i think is finally starting to sink in...
and i'm hurting.
do people care at all? i know everyone has their problems to deal with. and what i usually do is find that one song that i can relate to, and i put it on repeat, and i just feel worse and worse until it finally starts to lift and then i go to sleep. i don't know what i'm going to do. i don't know what i'm doing. what if she dies?
what will i do then?
i mean, stephanie was only 20 years old when she had chemo and look at what it did to her. but she's 74. and unhealthy.
i'm pissed off. fuck this world and i'm sick of being so damn lonely. and i'm just sick of everything. i'm sick of everyone leaving me. everyone i love always goes away. and i wish i had someone to understand me. what am i even talking about? why does any of this even matter
ugh one thing i hate is not having someone to talk to when i need someone. i hate the way things cross my mind when i feel this way, bad things. more and more bad things. just pile it on and let's cry about that, too..while i'm at it. i'm so stupid sometimes.
i need a hug
a big hug
one of those really tight ones that almost stops your breathing and hurts your ribs a little
those are the best
i don't even care
i always say "i give up"..i've said it to so many people so many times and every time i'm pretty sure i mean it. but it never works out that way. i just wish i could stop caring so much about things.
worst thing about being a girl right now:
having your mascara run down your face.
but when you plead insane it's no cheaper than humiliation
that's free.
i am not very good. i think i'm having some kind of mental breakdown tonight.
just everything i think is finally starting to sink in...
and i'm hurting.
do people care at all? i know everyone has their problems to deal with. and what i usually do is find that one song that i can relate to, and i put it on repeat, and i just feel worse and worse until it finally starts to lift and then i go to sleep. i don't know what i'm going to do. i don't know what i'm doing. what if she dies?
what will i do then?
i mean, stephanie was only 20 years old when she had chemo and look at what it did to her. but she's 74. and unhealthy.
i'm pissed off. fuck this world and i'm sick of being so damn lonely. and i'm just sick of everything. i'm sick of everyone leaving me. everyone i love always goes away. and i wish i had someone to understand me. what am i even talking about? why does any of this even matter
ugh one thing i hate is not having someone to talk to when i need someone. i hate the way things cross my mind when i feel this way, bad things. more and more bad things. just pile it on and let's cry about that, too..while i'm at it. i'm so stupid sometimes.
i need a hug
a big hug
one of those really tight ones that almost stops your breathing and hurts your ribs a little
those are the best
i don't even care
i always say "i give up"..i've said it to so many people so many times and every time i'm pretty sure i mean it. but it never works out that way. i just wish i could stop caring so much about things.
worst thing about being a girl right now:
having your mascara run down your face.