2012-11-12 - 8:47 p.m.

The words are on the tip on my tongue
Threatening to spill forth with each breathe

I don't know what is wrong with me anymore
I am so up and down.
I feel more lonely than I should.
My leg looks like shit.
I am so embarrassed of myself. I hate being dumb and drunk. I hate the way look. I hate that I cut. I hate that I will never be what anyone is looking for.

regrets - hopes

the past