I don’t think anyone will ever understand what I am thinking of. I, myself, don’t understand.
I wonder why, the times before, I never felt this way. I was drive so full of passion. Was. Where had that gone? Was it ever truly there?
He will leave you. One day. He said it himself. Why bother holding on to it? End it now. You’re ruining his life. He gets angry whenever he talks to you. You will never be good for him.
How can anyone love someone if you don’t even love yourself?
Get up. It’s 9:30 am. This was due 2 days ago. Your late. Get up.
1…2…3…1…2…3…No matter how you count it, its still the same. You don’t have a job. Counting it over and over again will not change what is written.
Shut up. Fuck off.
Do something. Do it now.
Get better. Now.
I don’t think anyone will ever understand what I am thinking of. I don’t understand myself.
