Some people need to seriously get a grip on reality. Is that what really matters to you? Really?
So sick of pretending. I’m a fucking mess.
Boobache and sickness. Fabulous.
How is it starting already?
Having dirty dreams about the wrong guy, so fucked up!
Two weeks ago I thought I could be happy
I thought I had everything I’d ever need.
I felt lucky, so blessed.
Finally for all the hard times and the ways I’ve been maltreated, I had been given the chance for happiness I deserved.
And now it’s gone and there is nothing I can do.
