Monday, April 13, 2009

The Things We Carry

I'm done searching for love. I'm just going to crawl back into my depressive shell and pray that no one will save me. i need no pity from anyone. especially her.

My choice is too leave everyone out of my life, i always seam to fuck up friendships.

yeah you guessed it, this is one of those cheesy depressed blogs. And yeah i know it is. but its up to you to read about my shit.

the thing is. Ive gone all through life feeling like shit. things run smooth for about a month, then I always manage to fuck it all up. like i said, my love life is over. I'm never going to have the perfect girl. I'm sorry again

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