So tired. So very tired with everything. It's been a second night in a roll where I've had arguments with people that are important to me. What's worse, over a stupid picture this time. I mean I admit I've smoked before. I did. And I don't regret it. It hasn't even become a habit, nor an addiction. It was just, a spur of the moment thing.
And now, you won't even talk to me. Can't you understand that I need you the most right now? You're the only thing keeping me from doing stupid shit like this.
Pathetic. Pathetic is what I am. To have grown so reliant on you. To have ingrained such a need for you. I've turned into nothing but a pathetic piece of flesh.
I've never blamed you for my actions. Nor do I blame you for what I've become. Yet you assumed the worst. I don't know anymore.
Perhaps it's easier for you just to leave me using this reason. Perhaps it'll be better for me in the lo g run. I mean after the last time, being isolated and left alone helped me grow so much. I don't know anymore. Tell me, what should I do?.
What do you want me to do?.
Why am I so pathetic?.
How can I keep on making sure that we're ok?.
I've becoming weaker and weaker each day.
Pretty soon. I won't give a fuck anymore.
I can't take the relentless waves of emotional pain coming from everyone.
I wish. For things to just remain the way they were.
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