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I have so much to say at all the wrong times. I spill my guts to people who don't care. And those who should know are left waiting on sidelines.
Story of my life.
I don't know what's going on lately. Everything just fades together. I now take pills to fall asleep at night. And pills to wake up every morning. They don't help with the headaches or my shaking hands. But I sleep at night. And I'm awake during the day. I guess, it's better than nothing.
Today someone told me that I needed to grow my hair out, but I think I enjoy it being short.
I'm pretty sure my favorite number is 8. I like the way it looks. I also like 4 because it's half of 8. And 18. It was a good age.
Someone made a confession to me the other night. And I don't know how to react. I never returned the phone call. I just didn't know how. If you read this before I my shakey little finger dial your number.... Just know that I'm sorry.
It's just that I've spent so much time on second chances.... And I've been told all the things. About change. And growing up. But I always end up with tears in my eyes and my heart in pieces in the end. I just don't know what to do. Do I run with the feelings that all resurfaced for the boy I was completely retarded for? Or do I take all that happened before and learn from it?
I miss my bestfriend so much. I need her so much right now.
I wish everything I wrote would come out in beautiful poetry instead of run ons, fragments, and misspellings.
Story of my life.
I don't know what's going on lately. Everything just fades together. I now take pills to fall asleep at night. And pills to wake up every morning. They don't help with the headaches or my shaking hands. But I sleep at night. And I'm awake during the day. I guess, it's better than nothing.
Today someone told me that I needed to grow my hair out, but I think I enjoy it being short.
I'm pretty sure my favorite number is 8. I like the way it looks. I also like 4 because it's half of 8. And 18. It was a good age.
Someone made a confession to me the other night. And I don't know how to react. I never returned the phone call. I just didn't know how. If you read this before I my shakey little finger dial your number.... Just know that I'm sorry.
It's just that I've spent so much time on second chances.... And I've been told all the things. About change. And growing up. But I always end up with tears in my eyes and my heart in pieces in the end. I just don't know what to do. Do I run with the feelings that all resurfaced for the boy I was completely retarded for? Or do I take all that happened before and learn from it?
I miss my bestfriend so much. I need her so much right now.
I wish everything I wrote would come out in beautiful poetry instead of run ons, fragments, and misspellings.