And yet I find the worst moment to do so. Oh, I feel so awful right now. Seriously, if I had a hole in my house I would lay there and cry until I starve myself to death. Mixed feelings. Sadness with anger and pathetic-ness.
Goodnight.I push myself too much. Being perfect, having friends, proving to my parents everything is perfect without me trying at all.. What the hell? I have done such a bad thing to myself. I don't need anyone to fill me with guilt and make me feel bad about myself, I'm doing it just fine on my own. So please. I don't beg for friendship. I don't care how many friends I have. Cause no one can care about you at the end. And I don't look for love, either. So I am alone. Surrounded by all this people in this smoky bar filled with people I know. I stare at the ground and wish for something to make me leave and never come back.
Honestly.
[Scale today: 56.8
Days till NY? 31 ]
I took two of my valerian pills just to be able to sleep.
I promise tmrrw I will make a happy post. It's shopping day anyway, I hope I find something that fits.


