[mindflower]

I wish my head would screw on straight and I could just be okay and life wasn't such a bitch.
But that won't happen because its me. I'm always going to be an idiot and that's why I get used. I'm always going to have struggles and that's why Matthew left me, because I'm too depressed. I'm always going to have feelings for the "wrong" people at the most inconvenient times, and that's how I got into so much shit. I'm always going to have these itches, and that's why I lie to everyone about my self harm. Ugh.
I just wish I was dead and things would go away.
It sucks I feel this way the day after my birthday.