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I really don't think my life is worth documenting anymore. Nobody even reads this anyways, just me. I guess that's ok, because that's what real journals/diaries are for. Here's a test: I hate my life because every time something good happens, life pulls a u-turn and something falls apart. Those who know me know exactly what i'm talking about. This has made me more angry instead of sad like in the past, because it means so much more this time around. Everything that I'm afraid of is coming true, and because of my stupidity it's MY fault that I screwed things up. I want to start over, I think i'm gonna move away and not tell anyone. I prefer to fade away from their existence and do them a favor. I don't know how it's a favor, but I just want to hide forever. I'm so ashamed of everything I've done recently. EVERYTHING. Before when I was..weirder, I would've said "WAA i want to kill myself". i almost do, no i do. I want to destroy myself and start anew. It can't be that bad moving to like...sacramento...or someplace else. Post a comment in response: |
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