Shit. Exactly what my life has been.
If you look back throughout my journal's you'll see that every time I was depressed, I had drugs, sex, and cutting to run to, and now, I can't. It's so different this time. It looks like there's no end in sight. Sure, if you talk to me, I seem fine, but really... you guys.. I can't hang on much longer. Sure, they all think I'm okay, sure they all think I'm happy... I'm good at hiding shit. It's just personal termoil..... *shrugs* Don't listen to me.
You know Brad? Yes, the same Brad I've been in love with for the past three years.. He said he had a crush on me... amazing, huh? Too bad he's my best friend in the world and we botjh realize we can't date because we'll loose our friendship. GOD DAMN IT. I hate realizing I have feelings for my friends. It really sucks. Really really really sucks.
*sigh* I'm off to continue my day at home celebrating my dad's birthday...
In just three days, it will be exactly one year since I started dating Dave. *sigh* More of a reason to be depressed...
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