I can't be here anymore. I'm roaming my own brain just to find a safe place, and I can't. Nothing is even in the realm of being good. I take too much heed into what I'm saying anymore. I just wanted this one thing, this one fucking thing, and she rips it out of my weak, pathetic hands. She always does. I don't know what to do anymore. It's the way she does it. The way she shoves everything down my throat. And how all of her problems are automatically made mine. My body is going numb. It seems as if she wants me to be as unhappy as her. I can't imagine. Everything was copasetic for the last few months, but now everything is changing. I can't live with her anymore. She makes me want to fling myself off of the tallest building. I hate the world when she's like this. The whole fucking world. I hate what an angsty bitch I am. I hate what a hateful person she's become.




I don't know what to do.
Oh my god. I can't write anymore. I've lost it.

For real.
Come. Stay. With me. The guest bedroom is already made up, and I'm cleaning my bathroom counter tomorrow so if you do, your stuff will have its own little space. The drawers tend to be pretty empty, too, so if you plan to have a bit of a stay, you'll have space to make your own for a while. Plus, it's a short walk to work from my place and I could use an extra hand in painting my bathroom anyway.
Love you!
» Unicornasaurus on 2008-06-16 12:06:21

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