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"seriously?" 2009-09-15 - 2:50 a.m. older - previous - next - profile - host - my band - my lj What I need is someone to talk to. White boxes filled with text don't solve the problem. The friends I have now I value because they don't know how fucked up I am. I mean, they know, but it's not the defining point of my character for them. And if I talked about it as much as I felt it; there's really nothing else. I play videogames, I drink; but most of all I just think about how fucked up I am. I don't want to ruin the one good thing I have by coloring it with my fucking problems. I can't afford therapy. And the people I used to talk to about this shit I've cut my ties to. I've screwed myself, once again, which is kinda the point. Why am I even typing this? � � |