Have I ever mentioned how much I hate being alone?
And not in the usual angry-hate way.
More like the I-brought-this-on-myself-but-I-feel-I-still-shouldn't-be-forced-to-live-like-this way.
Makes me wish I had been more patient, or visibly caring, in the past.
Fffuuu emo and I'm not even on my monthly or close to it.
[This is either depression or bi-polarness. I'm going towards bi-polar to explain why I was so effing happy with my buddy earlier and then suddenly got tired and sad in the middle of it. FM crazy L.)
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