I am... done. Sick and tired of the bullshit I have been fed. Skylar is an asshole whore and I have fallen for her the worst. Excuses, excuses. All she has fed me is excuses and fake love. "Last night was a big mistake. I was really fucking high and I did stuff I wasn't supposed to." Why am I such a gullible lovesick fool? I fell for the wrong one. I fell in love on accident, by mistake, and I regret while at the same time I don't.
I AM A GULLIBLE LOVESICK FOOL. People have agreed after I asked them if I was. My arms are scarred and bound for more scars. Freak. Fool. Stupid. Weird. Idiot. Unwanted. Useless. Unworthy. Unloved. F.I.N.E. I am fine.
I'm sick of people feeling bad for me, because then they lie about helping me, loving me. They LIE about caring. I don't want people to feel bad. I want HELP. I want help with how to get over people, how to LET GO. I don't know how. I have to let her go, and I can't seem to. I'm not ready. But she doesn't care. I tell her how I feel, and she pretends to feed into me. She uses me. She knows who I am. She has all my notes but two, and even then she knows me more than anyone. I'm not crazy. I'm just sleep deprived and confused. What is love? Love is... love is strong, pure. I'm so scared..
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The Partial Journal of Kona Firestar
RandomIn this I write my emotions. Journal entries, how my day went, my poetry (and maybe a few others). Some of you might notice song quotes intertwined with a few entries or poems. That is because some songs inspire me. So go ahead and read this. I'll p...
