the absence of the imagination had itself to be imagined

Apr 27, 2007 21:12

How does making me even more upset suppose to convince me to do better?
I emptied the tissue box
I feel like I'm going to throw up I'm so upset
My jaw aches from all the quivering
When I do be honest, things get worse

I know I'm a fuck up. I know. I'm trying to change and do better but I'm going too slow. You don't notice the differences because I'm still a fuck up. What else am I suppose to do? I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying.

I can't think straight when I'm upset. I turn into a blubbering blob of stutters. I'm sorry I've lied to you. I know you hate it and I hate it too. But if I tell you I'm a fuck up to ur face I get upset and turn into a blubbering fool and then nothing gets done. I'm sorry I lie but I lie so hopefully I can fix it. If you aren't physically next to me I'm honest. I should have lied again. Things would have beet better if I had. But I didn't. I should have. That's horrible, I know.

I don't know what to do anymore. I'm a fool and I can't think straight.
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