Jan 04, 2005 10:45
I can't fucking sleep.
or stop crying for that matter,
just knowing how this happened,
and how I could have made a fucking difference.
How I could have made a fucking difference.
If I was there.
Why the fuck did this have to happen to me?
I'm a horible person.
I may seem like sugar on the outside, but internally I'm wrotten, wretched, fucked.
i'm really a lunatic now.
I look around, but can't without tears emerging.
I had a friend of mine commit suicide last night, and it HURTS.
what the fuck is someone suppose to do?
he called me right before it happened, and well... I didn't pick up the phone because I didn't feel like talking to him.
someone tear me to peices, really now.
i need someone to talk to.
I feel like I'm more of a pussy then my dead friend.
it's kinda funny isn't it?
maybe I'm just loosing my mind...