March 2012
February 2012
i have to delete this now. fuck that.
too many people know, and this has been my diary since i was in 8th grade
god fucking damn it, what i promised wouldn’t happen is happening.
my anxiety was high tonight within me, and i felt myself separating in my head.
why do i do this when clearly the best thing is in front of me
i’m sad, but i’m happy. i don’t understand it all.
life is a complicated, beautiful mess. i will understand one day
