February 2012
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I don’t feel the same anymore. I want to tell you, but I get no chance. I just wanna get it off my chest. It’s killing me. I don’t care what you say…I just want to let you know, but this will be ignored.
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You might not know it, but I’m here.
Ha, I was right.
For the rest of my life, my expectations will be really low.
I notice more than what people think. I just don’t wanna disturb.
The feelings I can’t seem to share are becoming the death of me. I could’ve said it, but I just said no. Oh the pain grows.
From what I hear, it seems like I’m losing a fight I didn’t know I was in. I have my doubts. My self-confidence is dwindling and nothing in my life has gone my way. It seems that I am done for. I’m a gutless bitch.
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I hope I didn’t do anything ;_;
My mind feels so fucked the past few weeks.
If only I could say Je t’aime to her, but only in English. *sigh* I’m a paranoid, ball-less boy.
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Today, I gave a man some money. He wasn’t a hobo, but was in urgent need of some. He needed $20 for a car battery so he could get his impounded car back to get to his job in 20 minutes. He didn’t have much to offer, but promised to pay me back and have some free food on the house at the restaurant he worked at in “The Orleans.” The anguish on his face looked genuine and...
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Laying in bed all day. Yeahhh…really fucking shittty. FML
