Sunday, May 17, 2009
Last blogged @ 1:25 PM

I keep thinking what you're doing.
Who you're with.


My mom knew about what happened.
She doesn't get the problem with me.
But even she found me ridiculous in my actions.
I can't blame anybody.
I'll just keep crying.
I feel that I'm dehydrating every fucking second.
Maybe I'll just pass away tomorrow.
It isn't easy.
Even for a couple of hours was enough to kill me.
What's wrong with me.
Why can't I be like everybody else?
Am I going to be like this for the rest of my life?
I really can't straighten out my thoughts.