To thine own self be true.

Do you ever wish upon yourself a terminal illness so that you could say everything you’ve wanted to say to so many people and actually believe that they’re listening?

ALSO

I fucking miss Stephen. I miss how he used to show me things that I would originally hate (like pop punk) that would eventually grow on me. Now it’s like I either like something or it makes me miss Stephen. There’s nothing about me not liking anything. It’s frustrating. On that note, he poked me on Facebook maybe a week ago or something. WTF does that mean? Idk. I figure if he wants to talk to me, he would. It’s not like the old ages where you’d have to send a letter or ride 300 miles or something. It’s easy. If he decides he wants to talk, he has plenty of ways to get to me. GAH! I need friends.

Doesn’t it suck when it seems like you’re having a really good genuine conversation with someone and they try to kiss you? Like, I just wanted to have a good convo. That does NOT mean I am interested. Fucking horny asshole men.

When I’m all choked up and you’re okay.

So I realized tonight that I have a drug addiction. I’ve never been this scared before in my life. I need help.