Fin

There's a no go. *sigh* Strangely I was the one who caused it. And I'm the one who's broken up about it. But as time goes by, I feel a little better, my life goes on. I have no time to worry about anything but my school work and work.

I'm still aching and such. But that's how it usually is. I'm beginning to realize some things about him which makes me feel not so great, like him not supporting me in.....well anything really. So yeah, I think I can do better. Well, I hope I can do better.

Any Emo kids out there- I'm single and I'm willing to make you happy ;)

I need a skinny emo boy to treat me right.

Where are ya buddy? I'm sure you're on blogger sobbing about something!

COME TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't even know why my parents like me. You'd suppose they'd have to, and actually, they didn't. For a while at least.

Well. No surprise. Fucked up once again. I just don't seem to know how to stop. It's always my fault. I have no one else to blame. Once again the responsibility is mine.

I don't know how others perceive me. I don't know how I perceive myself for that matter. It can't be good though. It can't. It never was.

The few people who believe in me don't know shit about me. If they did know, then they wouldn't be around very longer.

I deserve whatever I get. I should be found beaten up and raped in an alley. I deserve it. Honestly. I'm never going to be able to find happiness anyway. I can only do that through myself. And I hate me, so that would be awfully difficult.

I can feel everyone laughing at me already. They were right. They always were. My pseudo pride wouldn't let them get to me. But they were right all along.

As I've said thousands of times before, I just can't win.

*Cough*

I'm getting sick. It sucks. I haven't written in a while because I've been ridiculously busy.

And now I'm sick.

I lost my paycheck so I only have $80 in my bank account right now.

But that's ok. I don't need food.

It's late. I'm exiting now.