I’m surprised I’ve managed to keep friends for this long.

 

I should see a fucking shrink about this.

I haven’t slept. Maybe I have. I might’ve caught something like 30 or so minutes of real sleep. I feel fine.

Oh the drama.

haha

 

I don’t know anymore. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters.

 

I’m not mad at anyone. Thank you, everyone, for making me who I am today. Thank you.

I like girls. I like ’em a whole bunch.

 

Maybe I like ’em too much.

=/

 

Emoticons are fun.

I may be overdramatic
but I find I can’t hack it
I’ve got nothing on which to cling
’cause I don’t believe in anything
I’ve got nothin’ to be givin’
But the life I’ve been livin’
So I’ma start out new
cause I’ve got a new view
on which to cling to
And I’m gonna do what I do
and it’s all thanks to you
it’s all thanks to me
I wish you could see
How happy we’d be

 

I’m writing to the beat of Respiration
and you’re my inspiration
for my new found determination
and my recent jubilation

 

It’s all over, though. I said what I said, and I need to commit to something. I really want to try again, but trying again after saying that I quit is foolish. I’m going to do the smart thing.

 

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I’m a fake person. I’m not real. There’s no real person like this. I’ve gotta be a character in some terrible book.

 

Way to be egocentric, jerkface.

Shit. I don’t know what’s going on.

 

I’m happy. I’m anxious. I’m sad. I’m confused.

 

I still don’t know what’s going on.

I’ve been listening to Dashboard Confessional. Worse yet, I’ve been enjoying it, especially this song.

It doesn’t matter becuase I’m happy. I’ve never been so happy.

Dammit, maybe I should stop worrying so much. I’m worrying about things that haven’t even happened yet. I hope everything works out.

 

I’ve got my very own slice of happiness. I hope it lasts.