I hate the fact that you still use me. The fact that you still manage to haunt my thoughts, my dreams, rendering me powerless...helpless. You do virtually nothing, and yet you affect me so much. I guess I feel the impact now. Though the sky may be cloudy, the sun still manages to bring light to my window...and like the sun, I will work hard, even ( Read more... )

I'm reluctant to post this on facebook...so, I'm going to post it here...Hope you enjoy it ( Read more... )

Being bitter just won't help. I know. I'm better than this. I know. I'm more mature. But for once, just once, can't anyone take care of me? Show me that they genuinely care? No. Fuck this.

I hate being emo.

I mean seriously...who DOES that!?