She bothers me. She's not supposed to, but she does. I wish she would stop being so fucking immature and just grow up.

I wish I had cooler friends. Friends I can relate to and that are into the same things as me. Someone to understand me and accept me no matter what. Even the good friends I do have don't understand.

I wish he liked me too.

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So I drank lastnight. A lot. Got pretty plastered, enough to feel shitty when I woke up. But I just went back to sleep and I was okay again ( Read more... )

this chaotic mess is ruining my family and our love for one another. it's been this way for a while now, and every day I wish for it to get better, but it only gets worse ( Read more... )

Acceptance is the first part of moving on. Or is it? Accepting this is hard. It just came out of nowhere. I caught on to the signs, I'm really good at that, but why did it happen ( Read more... )

And I'm here again. but what's my problem? I speak my words soft like a prayer, and write as if I'm just writing for a storybook. But I am, sort of. Telling the tale of the life of me; the sad, pathetic, broken girl. Maybe my words will mean something to you enough that you too will feel my pain. Just for a better understanding. But why would I ( Read more... )