Really moody now. Trying to control the urge to cut. Why does this happen to me everyday?
I feel like I'm blogging bout the same shit again&again. Well, same shit, different day.
It's always bout cutting and starving.
I don't know...
Trust me, one day, I'll be completely over you.
Yes. I'll be. I promise myself. By my birthday, I will stop liking you. Don't even believe that can come true.... Gosh.
My birthday wish will be to stop liking you & anyone else.
'I think you can get over him'
'Why?'
'I don't think you really like him that much'
Maybe. I wish it's that way...
Why am I jealous when you aren't even mine?
I hate looking at you. I really do. I don't know. I've never felt this way before. I hate looking at you and then my mind would auto tell me 'He'll never like you. Give up. He's too good for you'. And I'll have to look away trying to hold the tears in my eyes.
I hate hearing your voice. You'd be flirting or calling some other girl's name. As usual. I hate it. It just makes my entire day fucked up. I don't understand why am I even jealous. I've no fucking rights to be.
I hate looking at your twitter. Yes, I stalk you everyday. Fuck. I feel pathetic. You're forever flirting. I hate it. I hate feeling jealous. I hate looking at your tweets. Cause usually, you can tweet & you can't reply. I shouldn't expect much though. Right? I've never stand a chance anyway.
Can you please tell me straight in my face? Please. Tell me straight in my face I've no chance at all, I'm unwanted, I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm dumb. Please. Just say it..
I hate feeling helpless. I hate feeling useless. I hate being me.
Hi.
I love you.
I love how you smile, I love how you laugh. I love your messy handwriting. I love how you scream. I love your voice. I love the way you talk. I love your messy hair. I love how you always play with your hair. I love everything bout you. Do you know that? I bet you don't.