I always read your text messages twice, because I don't believe a word you say.
I still don't know what the fuck I'm doing.. Maybe love really isn't my thing.
I've been let down too many times to know what love IS.

At dinner, I felt like sticking a fork into my eyes.
I'm over thinking, again.
I can't even tell if it's good or not anymore.

This is too much, I need to get out of the house more.
I need my bike.

I haven't been living at home this past week.
I don't want to go home.
I don't even know what 'home' is at the moment, maybe one day I'll see it, and believe it, and it will be an incredible day..

Since I've become invisible, it makes me feel like I should take advantage to that, because it's invisible right, you can get away with so much stuff.

I have another sister, she is the only thing keeping my heart beating at the moment.
My 'shoulder to cry on' best friend.
I love her, so much.


p.s. I can't stop thinking about you, and it's annoying me. Get out of my head dream man, you're just teasing me from not being with you. You have no idea...


fuck, my life.