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S left her boyfriend. A friend of ours and I spent the day helping her move her stuff. Drama, as expected, ensued. I'm tired and I miss all the best parts of having a boyfriend. But you probably knew that already. For a while there things would just come out of my brain, but they're not moving now. I feel as useless as ever. Fuck it. I'll just go to work. Exist. It's how I know how to get by. I guess I'm not really unhappy. Most of the time I don't think about it. That's probably what saves me. I wish I was alone in this place so I could just scream and scream and scream.
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