I’m so restless. I have no one to talk too. And when I say no one, I mean absolutely no one, not a soul. That’s how recluse I’ve become in the past few weeks. I have no one. Not even a cyber friend to talk too. I’ve lost all of them. It’s so fucking lonely like this. When it’s like this I start thinking about the past, and get even lonelier. If only I could find something that could occupy my time, and keep me concentrated on it. Then maybe that would help. I don’t have anyone anymore… if I ever had anyone in the start.
I just… don’t know what to do…
Every time the phone rings, I think it might be him. It never is. Why do I have to be such an idiot like that? This is fucking lame.
I’m a weak person. I’m lame. I can’t believe I listened to those fuckers in middle school. They’ve brainwashed me, and I let them. See, how weak I am?
I’m stuck at home, because my dad’s too sick. This will be fun. I heard the mother talking about going to church this Sunday. And, what, it’s been months and months since we’ve been? That’ll be fun…
Someone kill me so I wont have to suffer this lingering isolation.
♥Norie
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.