The worst part is when you're alone and crying, and all you want is him to comfort you, but then you realize that'll never happen again. So what do? Cry harder and hug your knees.

I feel like a 5 year old.

Even fresh air tastes gross.
And telling my mom I'm fine when I'm not isn't any better.
I wouldn't normally lie to her about that, but how do you tell your mom you feel like shit when she let you sleep in then took you shopping?
Sorry mom, your efforts don't go unappreciated. <3

Immature prick.
People aren't supposed to change, not drastically. They're supposed to grow up. You, however, are growing down.
All I ask for is an explanation. I deserve to know. That's all I want.
I don't want to bitch at you, I don't want to cry to you, I don't even care if we ever talk again. All I want is one fucking explanation. That's all.

But no. You're a dumbfuck who can't even do that.

I just don't want any of this. Not one bit.
Maybe that's why I try and sleep so much.

I'm so fucking upset. He lied about everything.

One day your world of complete and utter bullshit will come crashing down around you. And when it does, I'll be laughing at you. Good job pushing away the people that actually cared about you, you're clearly going places.

This week is just death.

But luckily, I've been to 3 shows in the past two weeks. Moshing is good.