| i am stuck with my back against a wall.
a really, really hard, cold wall.
one that i cannot break through.
i struggle every day trying to make things right.
trying to fix things, and of all my futile efforts,
he says i cry too much.
i told him i can't help it, i was born this way.
he says we just don't get along.
i told him we used to, what happened?
he says he doesn't know.
he left me here last night.
alone. devastated. and now i can't get out of bed.
i try so hard not to cry, not to make things worse,
but i can't.
i asked him if this was the end.
he said he didn't know.
now i just sit and wait.
my own personal Hell.
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| please make it stop, please.
someone help me.
i don't know what to do.
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| wow.
i just read all my xanga entries...well i didn't exactly READ ALL of them...but i skimmed all of them.
i read some. i feel really wierd now.
i don't really know why i wrote down so much of myself on this stupid thing. i let people know too much, i think.
maybe i'm just too ashamed to write on here anymore. i have a headache. i hate journals.
they just make you feel shitty. i hate writing. it just makes me feel shitty when i go back and read it. really shitty. really really shitty. |
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| revolver tonight...
...i got THE hottest dress...who would have ever thought that i would wear something like this...not I.
yea i killed her: ya know, youre kind of a good looking gal
yea i killed her: and that dress is fucking hot |
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| mmm i'm back.
dude. people need to learn not to lie to me already. it's bad news. |
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