7 months and what?
everything now is fake. its leading me on. leading me to nothing and fake hopes. karma. just make it stop. i wish it would just end and i could stop thinking about it. it's not getting me anywhere. just making me depressed and making me think about how pitiful i am. i'm ready to be a xan head and an alcoholic again. self pity gets me no where. think about something else tabitha. it engulfs my mind. just fucking get on with it you ugly piece of shit. no one wants you. no loves you. no one will ever love you. no one has ever loved you. you're a self pity vain bitch. you deserve to be miserable.