I sure wish I could fake happiness and ignore what went down, but I can't lie to myself. So why should I lie to anyone else?
This hurts. I look at that fucking face in the mirror and feel ugly. worthless. I want to be over this. Self loathing is a lame as shit crock. I've always believed that. but fuck me, I can't help it. I hate that I am not seething with rage over what I see as petty betrayal.
My mother gave me some Xanax. They aren't helping.
Please to be commencing with the "get over it, you pathetic fucker" comments.
Goodbye, Kali. I wish you happiness in everything. I always have.
Now, if you will all excuse me, I have to go and try to learn something from the last three months that until recently I assumed was building toward something.
This hurts. I look at that fucking face in the mirror and feel ugly. worthless. I want to be over this. Self loathing is a lame as shit crock. I've always believed that. but fuck me, I can't help it. I hate that I am not seething with rage over what I see as petty betrayal.
My mother gave me some Xanax. They aren't helping.
Please to be commencing with the "get over it, you pathetic fucker" comments.
Goodbye, Kali. I wish you happiness in everything. I always have.
Now, if you will all excuse me, I have to go and try to learn something from the last three months that until recently I assumed was building toward something.