I can't even cry or write poetry
I can't even go a day without thinking of... well ya know... that person
I guess this fucking book is just another rant book and drives me fucking crazy
I TRIED TO STICK WITH THE POETRY I REALLY DID BUT I CAN'T FOCUS CORRECTLY RN OKAY?
I got so pissed off today and it's not even for a good reason and I guess
I don't know why I got mad
And I guess i'm drifting a lot
Because i'm so distracted with the question
Did he even look up this stupid account?
Does he read this book?
Does he?
Does he really or was it just my last text?
I dunno I need a comment or a sign or something.
These songs i'm listening to are reminding me of a lot of stuff and it's killing me inside... to the point I can actually cry again.
Lonely
I feel so fucking lonely
I don't know why because I have a boyfriend
And plenty of "friends"
But I feel like I have absolutely no one
Leaving me so very lonely
Why
Am
I
So
Stuck
On
The
Past?
Please someone kill me
I'm begging you
If someone won't do it
I'll do it instead
