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domingo, 25 de dezembro de 2011, 21:08
It feels like I'm having the worst day ever. EVERY SINGLE DAY. I feel worthless. And I need my best friend to talk to. To be there for me like I was there for him, even when I was insanely mad at him. But he's not here, he's not there. He's never there.
I feel like I have no drive to keep on going. I guess I must be right. If it were not for my parents, I'd probably be gone by now. I don't think it's fair to do that to them. But I honestly don't know for how long I can keep living on this lie. Pretending that every fucking thing is alright...when it's not. Damn, I just wish you were here. |