These past few months have officially kicked my ass in so many ways. Fuck.

I used to pray like god was listening. I used to make my parents proud.

For a while, nothing was ok. I was dying inside. Then you appeared and saved me. Now I fear you'll vanish and leave me alone once again.

It's terrifying to think that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything they say could be nothing more than one huge lie.

Remember you're always smiling within.
Your skeleton grins right under your skin.

Although I'm dating the most lovable, caring, and genuine man, I've realized he's an addict and I'll never be his drug of choice when he needs a hit.

I will definitely do something to fuck this up. Life is good and it probably won't last. But that's ok. I know that this time I'll be willing to try and fix it. I've never said this before. I'm trying

"What doesn't kill you...
makes you wish you were dead."
-Bring Me The Horizon

It's happening again. Yet again I am becoming a terrible person. The man I love (or so I thought) is in jail for the next 16 months or so and I'm already putting off writing to him in favor of others...

I have a sever case of nerd. Just thought you all should know that. I guess that's better than having a life-threatening disease though. Yay for dying at a normal, healthy pace!