I don't know what I am doing every day. Don't feel alive. Like a fucking vampire.
I don't feel happy anymore. Happiness is less than momentary. It's no longer real. What's wrong with me, right. Why am I such a sad thing. Why do I pity myself. Why do I feel sorry for myself. I can't let go, I can't move on, don't tell me I will be happier if I let go or learnt to do so.
Very aimless, sad, emo, whatever.
Looking at the cards you wrote, the entries you typed, I feel ... filled with some kind of regret. It shouldn't had become like this. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt or disappoint. I'm sorry.
I cried in my sleep the other night, such a pussy.
Hope nobody reads this.
Don't know what to do with myself.
1:20 AM Saturday, December 19, 2009
I don't know what I am doing every day. Don't feel alive. Like a fucking vampire.
I don't feel happy anymore. Happiness is less than momentary. It's no longer real. What's wrong with me, right. Why am I such a sad thing. Why do I pity myself. Why do I feel sorry for myself. I can't let go, I can't move on, don't tell me I will be happier if I let go or learnt to do so.
Very aimless, sad, emo, whatever.
Looking at the cards you wrote, the entries you typed, I feel ... filled with some kind of regret. It shouldn't had become like this. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt or disappoint. I'm sorry.
I cried in my sleep the other night, such a pussy.
Hope nobody reads this.
Don't know what to do with myself.
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