Can I ever have a fucking peaceful morning? 

I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel my relationship with everyone - including my family - is going straight to shit.

It’s embarrassing, and probably one of the most stupidest decisions I have made, but I still do it anyways.

I want to go on a date with someone I actually wanted to date.

Why do I make the decisions I do?

You took away everything I have. Now all that’s left is a torn soul.

I’ve never been so excited to do something this horrible.

Today I was sad. I wanted to cry. I don’t know why. The end.

I just need someone to take care of me and make me soup.

3 days…I forgot to pack underwear…but I have 5 days worth of socks…