Dear February 24th,
You started of as a great day, hell you even had you know who in it.
But here you are surrounding me with the familiar feeling of isolation and loneliness while I blast music in order to keep my sobs unheard.
Who would have guessed, I'd be the one to fuck things up, so I guess it's not your fault. I'm really the one to blame.
I'm the one who made the decision, I'm the one who thinks too much and tries too hard, I'm the useless one, I'm the gross one, I'm the one who has the consequences to pay.
School has been getting harder to get through everyday, I've just lost all motivation to even try anymore, and I still have years upon years to go.
I don't know what's even going on anymore, and that in itself terrifies me.
This entire night has just been a lone conversation between me, myself, and I; not to mention the self pity for god knows what.
I feel like a failure,and it's the worst feeling in the world.
Thank you though, I can't say I've enjoyed you very much, but it brings a smile across my face seeing a few of my own friends having a blast. So I'm thankful for that much of you.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better. =/
~N
