shoot me i'm fucked.
the last thing i had begun to believe in is all but gone.

he feels betrayed,
i have never felt trusted.
who woulda thunk?

for since ever,
since he had such a doubting attitude.

never felt as if this would work.

i feel drawn back to nc
to ky
to other places.

i hear my parents,
they're talking about me.

fucked again.

they're almost to the point of argument.

i just wanna be shot.

today the thought of cutting came back.
i nearly picked up a razor.

pills are my friend...
no they're not....
yes.

it comes back to where i was months ago.
back to where i had worked so hard to get out of.
worked by myself,
because i didnt know how to talk to others.

i think i need a stay in teh hospital.
i dont know how to bring that up.

those i want to run to
are working out their own stuff,
or are the ones that are mad.

i never know where to turn

shoot me i'm fucked.