…telling myself just one more week. One more week of stress and disaster then you can breathe and think again and regroup. One week until the world moves right again. One week until this migraine goes away. One week until you can rest. One more week and I’m done with this semester.
…may be screwed, twisted, bipolar, happy, sad and depressing as fuck sometimes but i love this piece of fuck shit because it’s mine.
…and it’s sad cause it means in the process of loving one person I have to give up someone else.
…then I realize he’s a man that never grew up and lets people walk over him at the drop of a dime. That he has been in and out of my life for 20 years at his own choice. That even the kids he does see he doesn’t have an amazing relationship with them. That he couldn’t even tell me my favorite color. And that when it comes down to it I’m the last thing he will ever worry about. Plus when those thoughts roll around and I get a little sad I think about the times when he made promises and broke them back to back and gave me empty I’m sorries. So those wishes don’t last long cause all of his bad out weighs his good(the little he has).
…I’m lonely a lot and I feel like I have no where to turn and sometimes no matter how hard I try to be good or what I do I end up destroying everything I touch or hurting the people I care about. :(
That means no…
