i'm sick. i blame it on the lack of sleep i've been having lately. and well. alot of other things.

someone commented today that i look horrible. i said it was the lack of sleep and other shit. he told me it wasn't the lack of sleep, it was because of the "other shit". i asked him does it really show? and he said yes.

maybe it does. maybe things have really been getting to me.

things aren't the way they used to be.

sometimes i just wish i could disappear. just run away. from it all.

i just want to be happy. is that wrong?

i try not to cry. i try to be strong.

i don't wanna let go.

i don't.

find comfort in pain
all pleasure's the same