brb, levitating again.
Or at least I’m gonna try. :)
I really wish that I could just sit down and burt...
To him. To her. To anyone who will listen.
I'm Pretty. Odd.
This album is currently in the process of saving my life. Who ever said music can’t have a real impact on someone is a damn fool.
Time to move on?
We never talk. We rarely hang out. He usually ditches me. Why the fuck am I still head over heels for him? I legitimately feel like dying. Fuck.
Back to feeling suicidal.
i seriously need to go to therapy. I’m thoroughly convinced that I’m bi-polar and a manic-depressive. Living like this, on the edge of constantly wanting to jump off a bridge is not healthy. The longer this goes on, the more intense the emotions and urges get. I just want to get a hold of some good drugs and fade away for a few months or so.
I lied. Maybe it will save my ass, maybe it will...
But either way I don’t have to strip. I felt cheap… And I don’t want that. I’m worth more than that. Some girls can do it and that’s fine for them. I’m just not made for that sort of thing. I made money, but who cares? Money isn’t worth that to me. I thought I could handle it, but turns out that I’m better off pole dancing in my living room. ...