Hey Blogger:
Life is... Life? I feel as though I should not complain. At least I'm alive? But realistically, you know me, and so I'm gonna give it to ya. I feel like I'm screwing everything up. I'm cutting like crazy... It's the absolute first thing I did this morning. And I'm so confused about life. Why can't I be simple. I really need to stop. If my family finds out they're sure as hell not gonna let me go to Budapest. And it definately doesn't help that Dave and I can't not argue. I can't do this. It's killing me, stressing me, making me want to cut even more. Like, how can you love someone so much when you can't seem to agree on anything. Nothing.
In used to think it was all me, but now I don't know. My friends say they liked me better with my ex. Irrelavent because David is the one that I want and can't do without. I could, however, do without the fighting.
It's too damned early to be writing. The hell am I doing with my life?
