Day 8
A song to match your mood...
My heart aches. I miss him. I hate him. I love him... It all hurts too much. He cares, yet he's probably the person who's hurt me the most through my entire 17 years.. He's hurt me and he's saved me. I get my hopes up and think he loves me too, but I know better. And I know it'll never work. And I know he hates me. But I love him. God I love him so much...
I'm not having a good night. I'm worried my friend is going to either end up a mess or kill himself, I'm getting into one of my moods again and I'm not treating myself well, my other friends are going through too much and I'm too stupid to not let it get to me too...
Haha...I hate crying... I hope I get to bed soon. =\
Night...
–noun Psychiatry . a pathological state in which a person believes himself or herself to be dead.
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