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2004-05-19 00:16:36 ET i didnt the smartest thing. to deal with my lost love. i fukken drank a six pack, and now i am fukking sitting here listening to emo and crying. i didnt think i would take his absence this hard. but i shud have known better than to get drunk in the mindframe of saddness. now i feel self destructive and angry and sad. and lonely. listen to this sob story, by no means am i being sob sob, for attention. but seriously. have any of you ever hated yourself soo much that u wish u had the guts to do something about it. but then you think about your parents and all that they have tried to do to save you, and the love they feel for you. that stopped you. is there some small form of hope for me yet? who thinks i have a problem? |
