Midnight Moping
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"Dump me once, shame on you, dump me seven tmes, shame on me." -Greek
So, I am pathetic.
Seriously.
I am so miserable and lifeless that I... just... I don't even know how to describe it. I'm not sure if I felt like this before. I can't be positive. I know that I've kind of wanted to die before, but not as frequently as right now, at least I don't think.
I am so miserable and so alone, and I am so desperate. The desperation is what kills me. I hate being desperate. I've texted him so many times that THAT makes me pathetic. And I just want to die. I just want to feel better.
UGH!
I HATE THIS!
I feel like so much shit. I want him back. I just do. And I can't have him. I want my happiness back. I just want to feel better!!!!!!!! Nothing I say works. I'm being crazy. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.
I feel hopeless, which, actually, is the same damn way I felt before he took me back, except then he spoke to me. Now he won't.
And I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I just know I hate it.
I don't want to write anymore.
Why face problems when you can avoid them?
Current Music:
"Dump me once, shame on you, dump me seven tmes, shame on me." -Greek
So, I am pathetic.
Seriously.
I am so miserable and lifeless that I... just... I don't even know how to describe it. I'm not sure if I felt like this before. I can't be positive. I know that I've kind of wanted to die before, but not as frequently as right now, at least I don't think.
I am so miserable and so alone, and I am so desperate. The desperation is what kills me. I hate being desperate. I've texted him so many times that THAT makes me pathetic. And I just want to die. I just want to feel better.
UGH!
I HATE THIS!
I feel like so much shit. I want him back. I just do. And I can't have him. I want my happiness back. I just want to feel better!!!!!!!! Nothing I say works. I'm being crazy. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.
I feel hopeless, which, actually, is the same damn way I felt before he took me back, except then he spoke to me. Now he won't.
And I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I just know I hate it.
I don't want to write anymore.
Why face problems when you can avoid them?