Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I miss him. That's the sad pathetic truth. I miss all of them. It was fine when Dakota was around, but I never see him anymore. And I feel like I need to cut and run before he can hurt me any further. I think. I don't know... There's so much going on, I can't even tell what's wrong. I want to hide. I want to hide in books and music and drugs. God I want drugs, so badly. I hate being sober. I think too much. I want to just ignore the world, break away for a while... But I can't. I have to take care of my mom and my sister. And... I want to be with my friends. I do. I just don't want to think about anything. Fuck it, I'm not making any sense.
Posted by Alex at 7:13 PM