Through

I'm through. I'm through with whining, I'm through with crying, I don't give a rat's ass about my sorry self. I'm pretty sure people are annoyed with me just as I am. I growing a pair and dealing with life. Fix these huge potholes in the road and file down the bumps. Life will be good, and dare I say, I'm not going to let myself get in the way. Life's too short. I have friends. I'm not losing them. I have love. I'm not losing him. There is a balance. I'm going to find it. I think I failed my French mid-term, no lie. I think I got my permit, though.

Sort Of Wanted To

I write this coming back from the AMC:

"On Rt. 21, I sort of wanted to get into an accident. Maybe it would pull me away from all the problems in the world. There are no problems. The only problem here is me and every flaw I see in myself that, by some miracle, don't see. I hate myself. I'm so sorry."

And now, on the phone, my signs have changed a little bit. You're amazing.

Photo's of webcamming. We're all eating and listening to Ana watch wierd videos hahaha i really do miss this.. And im really going to mend every void i've created and im sorry =( i love you guys .