I just want to be normal. I’m sick of this roller coaster. I don’t want to be me. I don’t want to be what I am. I hate myself so much.
Yesterday I turned everything off and started driving East. I almost made it to Montreal before I turned back. If it hadn’t been for my roommate needing the car, just how far would I have gotten? How many people would realize it if I left? Who would notice a difference? My roommate would, but that’s… Continue reading Driving
I want to do it, but I’m scared. If there was a way to guarantee that if I did it, I’d still be able to watch over my family and loved ones, I would not hesitate at all. I want to do it, because I can’t anymore. Everything falls apart. I fall apart. A year… Continue reading Untitled
I fucked up hard. I hurt someone who didn’t deserve to get hurt. I hurt someone who tried to be there for me, someone i kept pushing away, but at the same time pulling in. I was extremely selfish. What the fuck is wrong with me. Why am I like this. I can’t even recognize… Continue reading I fucked up