10:50 p.m. - 2009-06-11
i was nineteen
i'm really trying to make it..i'm trying to get through everything that im attacked with daily, despite the fact that im dealing with it, alone. im all alone in this ginormous world and im so tired of it. im so tired of this feeling.
im second rate, second place, not loved, not liked, not friendly, not cute, not nice enough. im inadequate.
and i dont want pity. this is how i feel.
take it or leave it.
things will get better..but let's be serious. it wont get better. it never does.
p.s. you weren't just my best friend..you were my only friend..
