Tuesday, October 4

All About Us

I want to cry. SO fucking bad. No, I have people to rely on. And I can bawl my eyes out and know there'll be tissues handed out to me. But is that enough. Can that counter your absence?

It's like I've died. Alive now. But does anyone recognize that? No, no, but they miss me. Aren't they happy I'm back? No.

I guess I gotta start afresh. And forget about you. I need Danny. Sigh. He was my bestfriend too.. somewhat-ish. And I miss that skinny bitch. But does he miss me?

I want to die.