trekka

You don't see me... You don't see me at all.


This song seems to mean more and more to me every day. Thinking about getting the 3Libras symbol tattooed on the back of my neck or something. It's just... yeah. I don't think I have to explain it.

Brando bailed on today. Of course. I haven't asked him for anything but a 30 minute face to face convo, and even after all we've been through together, he can't even seem to pull that off. He just doesn't give a fuck.

And goddammit it hurts like hell.

I wish I could stop loving him. That sure would ease the pain. I've literally been trying to stop loving him for months now to no resolve.

Can someone please remove my soul from my body? She's been through enough.





Fuck it.

Have a good Halloween weekend folks. I have about 4 parties I think I'll not RSVP to and I will curl up in the fetal position and feel sorry for myself some more. Pathetic, yes. But, I just don't know if I have the strength in me to put on a smile and party it up. Maybe I'll go get a new tattoo or something but, I think I wanna be solo this weekend. If only to save me the embarrassment from my sporadic crying fits.

I'll find my way back to sanity somehow. I promise not to be a downer forever. Just let me sit in this one for a bit. I need to feel this pain to get over it. Fuck.

Love you guys.