Dont Let Me Get Me.

Two.

Diary One. May fifth, 12:oo am, 2013. This may have been the saddest day in the entire world.)

Is this what dying feels like? I think I'm dying,

I lie in bed thinking about all these fucking mistakes I've made, and I feel so hurt and disgusted.

There's so many questions and I don't have answers, and god help me I'm dying inside once again.

My best-friend, why would you betray me?

Why can't you humor me? But that would be selfish, so now I feel like a car on a cross roads, and instead of choosing I slit a new road and move forward, forward resisting the inevitable.

I'm trying to hold on to the little hope I have,

I am undone, I am useless, I am. I am Me, after all.

No matter what, I'll always be me, and sometimes that's just not enough.