March 2012
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wake up: exhausted
12 am: exhausted
3 pm: fucking exhausted
5 pm: really fucking exhausted
7 pm: about to pass out
bed time: the energy of 5 million condensed suns
February 2012
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Cry
Sometimes you just have to cry to the point where you’re hunched over, weeping.
Until your make-up is running down your face.
Until your nose is running.
Until your eyes are blood shot red, and swollen.
Until it hurts to breathe.
Until the pain in your chest goes away.
Until you feel like there are no more bones left in your body to hold you.
Cry until you fall asleep.
Just cry.
...
I got my prom dress! I got my prom dress!
Now all I need is a date. :)
Just when I started to move on
…and like someone else.
He gets a girlfriend.
Awesome.
Cutting Ties
Not talking to you kills me.
Because quite frankly it was never my attention to push you out completely.
I just don’t know what’s best for me right now, and that’s what everyone is saying to do. But cutting off ties certainly isn’t it.
I am falling apart
…and at this point I don’t even know what to do.
Reality sucks
I literally just had the best weekend away from home.
I was gone Friday through Monday with a friend and her family. We stayed in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, practically. There was not internet, cell phone service, or television and I had a blast.
I liked being away from dealing with my life. But now I go on the Facebook and see a lot of people I don’t like. I come on Tumblr and feel...
Tomorrow
I am starting over.
Friend: Who'd you want to go to prom with?
Me: I don't know. Myself.
