The Story of Me.

My Weekend Plus My Day.

So this weekend werewolflover12 came over to my house and we had fun. Minecraft on the Xbox 360, laughter. What could be better?

Well she doesn't or didn't know that I was sobbing again on the loveseat. She was on my bed and I woke early, because the couch sucks, and got into one of my moods. But I pulled myself together because that day was going to be a good day.

A great day.

I put on some comfortable clothes and walked upstairs to eat food.

Play Minecraft.

Do nothing.

Wear my fake smile.

Fake laugh.

Fake me.

But I need to make everyone happy, it's my job. Make jokes about random stuff. Anything really.

So afterwards we went to Walgreen's. But before that, we ate at Subway.

So after the subs we walked outside and it was cold as fuck. So instead of waddling over, I Katie jogged over. It's more like a fast walk, not even. So anyway, we stayed in there for two hours. And no, I'm not over explaining it. From 5:00-7:00 P.M. Isn't that fun?

And I don't even care anymore. It's just really hard to be happy anymore without a dark side.

So when I get angry and just am not in a good mood it's wrong for me. But when my fucking friends get mad it's okay?

I mentally don't understand that. But when Shannon reads this I'll get yelled at for writing shit. But the thing is, these are my feelings. Not hers. Go ahead and get mad. At this point in my life I don't care anymore. I try day after day not to sob. Do you know how hard that is? Very.

But no, she is always right. Katie has to be fake and unrealistic of herself. No she has to walk around like a fucking empty shell. Living like a monster when I break free. But I'm the bad guy...

Now I know that this is hateful, but I just need to write this down. Or else I'll blow up at Ryan again and again. This is why he worries.

I am just a walking disaster.