XxXgUeSS-wHOXxX

I need to write. I need to sleep. I need to do something. I need to get away. I need to stop thinking. I need to stop crying. But I can't stop thinking about it. Why do I let the stupidest things get to me? And not just get to me, but REALLY get to me, in a weird, paranoia, obsessive kind of way. I can't help it. No matter if I'm right or wrong, I will always come crawling back. I can't take someone being mad at me. I can't not knowing if someone is mad at me. I can't stand unresolved conflict. I need someone to come pick my brain and tell me why the hell i am the way i am. I mean, I think I know why... All the men in my life suck. Wel

"The perfect day, nothing standing in my way. It's a perfect day, nothing can go wrong." Today is far from perfect. But compared to the past few weeks, it sure as hell feels like it. Sometimes I think there is some truth in those stupid little cliches. Every cloud does have its silver lining. Now as much as I complain. And as stupid as people can be, I swear I can be happy. I don't know if it was the weather or just a change in mood, but today was happy. The planets aligned right for me today, and everything was good. It's days like these that just make me appreciate my life and the people in it. All my doubts that have built up in the pas

I realize that when I write, I want to make everything a story. I'm not sure why that is. I don't just sit down to write something. I feel empowered to make everything sound perfect and flow together. I need images, elegant words, and absurd puncuation. Maybe it's my inability to believe that my life is absolutely nothing like any book or story that I've ever heard. I want the happy ending. I want the perfect life. I want to be happy. But I don't have that. So write like my life is something spectacular. Make it sound like it belongs in storybooks. You always hear people say that "even the best of friends grow apart." Yeah, its true, I supp