No one wants me and I'm fucking sick of it.

I wish I had someone to talk to.

So here it is now, this space between insanity and dawn ( Read more... )

I just want to cry all the time...
I want my mom...

I love it when you like someone but you have a boyfriend and they don't even know you exist and they talk to you about the girl they like and about how she doesing think he exists and then you tell him that you like him and he doesn't respond and then walks away to go dance with someone. Wow...I love that feeling ( Read more... )

"I shaved my gotee again today, there was a fat chin hiding behind it."

We can be chubby togather, just come back to me...

Why do I even fucking try to write in this fucking journal. It's not like anyone reads it. Stevie reads it every once in a while but Goddamn, am I really that fucking lame? I rant on and on about shit and no one cares. No one could give two shits about me and how I feel and how I work through my day. No one cares ( Read more... )

So I miss Matt like fucking crazy and my emotions about my relationship with Craig keep going back and forth. I just don't want someone like Craig wants someone. He wants someone to be romantic with and I want someone to fool around with. Matt was like the perfect combination of both ( Read more... )

I just got in a huge fight with my step-mom. I want to cut. I want to die...

"You know, one day you are going to look in the mirror and be able to see what I see. To see how beautiful you are."

I am so fucking ugly. Why can't I fuckign see it? I am so tired of being blind. I'm stuck in the fucking BODY.

save me...