This diary entry is written by ‹~(Shaywee)~›. ( View all entries )
Saturday, 17 September 2011
02:57:52 AM (GMT)
All of them. All three. They hate me.
I want so badly to run away. I know where I'll go; I have the location saved on
google maps. I know how I'll get there, what to bring... just don't know what time
I'll go. But I want to go.
I'm not good enough for them.
I'm the worst mistake they've ever made. They're right. I do suck.
And then the other three.
You make me smile.
On the outside.
Inside, I'm deteriorating.
I wanted to kiss you. Wierdest urge I've ever felt. All three. I hate myself for it.
Fuck fuck fuck.
So if you don't want to be my friends because of my fucked up ways, I completely
understand. I won't ever let myself let you go, but if it's what has to be done, I'll
go through it. If you wish.
And if you don't want me to be part of the family any more, just say the word; though
I'm sure you've said it millions of times without using those words. as a matter of
fact, you have. You'd be better off without me. That's all I want. Is for all six of
you to be better off.
Fuck. Disregard everything. I'm just insane. Especially siince my backyard happened.
Just ignore this dumbass rant. I'll never sleep again.
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