mavericka

dark emo princess, a post i will regret later. tomorrow will be a new day and i'll be ok. So does it even matter i'm miserable now. i almost don't care. almost. i took a zanax, guess that will fix all my problems huh. i'm tired. i'm really tired of making a huge effort to be friends with people that wouldn't notice if i disapeared. and dreams don't last, i can spin a wonderful web of dreams, but dreamers always wake up. and then they are left with just me. and tomorrow i won't care. or maybe i don't care now and tomorrow i will. I want to matter to someone. i'm just a big mess, with a lot of baggage, who made bad choices and is capable of bad things. and it drives people away. but who thinks they are better? i mean really. Why do i get the feeling that I'd have more friends if i was a stark raving hose beast than I do now. Damn i think i'm working up to a breakdown. I guess i'm due for one. ok well for now i'm over it. mood swing ended, dark emo princess back in her tower.