Holding on to things only breaks your heart.
Missing someone who isn’t even thinking about you is the most crippling feeling in the world.
Told my best friend why I was having a hard time and she sent me this. It made me cry. But I was happy.
Today I woke up and cried because it’s the 20th.
Well, I’m sad again.
I guess I’ll just eat cake for breakfast.
I wish I still lived alone so I could get shit faced and sleep naked and watch tv and cry and have sex (ha!) and be alone and comfortable and not feel bad about not having a life.
And I wish I could tell the truth.
And I wish I didn’t talk.
And I wish I didn’t feel so alone. Or scared. Or pathetic.
And I wish I could stop eating.
And I wish I didn’t have to go to school. Or decide on a career path.
And I wish I could be at home. I miss my family and dog and friends. Even if I do get fat and can’t get as drunk or have sex. I miss the complete comfort.
And I wish I could be outgoing and happy and cute and fun.
But I guess I can’t. Wishes never come true anyways.
Looks like it’s going to be one of those Friday nights.
Drinking alone. Reading. Netflix. Bed early.
The thing about being in the city is there are people all around but most of the time you still feel completely alone.