I’m losing touch.
I don’t think I’ll ever be proud of myself again.
The best part about smoking cigarettes was that they could give you the illusion that you could go anywhere without feeling alone.
Filed my exit loan counseling and FAFSA. I’m really getting the ball rolling. I hate my doctor for everything.
Hi, I’m still alive.
So if you want to be with me, with these things there’s no telling we just have to wait and see. But I’d rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery. Besides maybe this time is different, I mean I really think you like me.
I hate this feeling. I hate that you have control over how I feel right now.
January 17th; approximately 4 AM.
When you stop caring about everything.
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