2003-07-24
10:50 p.m.

My thoughts are racing through my fucking mind so damn fast that all the issues are blending together.

There is so much I want to say. I want to open up, I want to vent. But I'm not allowed to. It's just not right.

I say I don't want to vent, but I do. I want to say everything, but I know I will be judged & that is something I don't want to risk.

I want to be able to say that I hate myself, that I miss you, that I hate her, that I would rather not go, that I want to end it, that I want to end this, that I love to hate you & that I just need you.

Why doesn't anyone care? Why do some pretend to?

All it would take would be a few steps to the bathroom & all my problems would be sloved...

But I made a promise. One that I will keep as much as I don't want to at times. Actually, most of the time.

Fuck, someone should just come over & do it for me. At least then I won't be the one to blame.

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