Imagine the beauty

“I’m different,” he said. No, he wasn’t different. He left, just like the rest of them. How can we go from talking to each other everyday for three months to not talking at all for three weeks? I don’t understand. He lied. He’s a filthy fucking liar. And I still love him more than anything.

-Fuck.

I have way too many problems for me to be sober all the time.

True story.

February 23, 2012

For some reason, I haven’t been eating. I’m just not hungry. I tried to donate blood today and my iron was too low. I made a funny today in study hall that I’m still laughing about. I went to cheerleading tryouts. I came home and took a nap. I woke up and started talking to my mystery man, we’ll call him Enrique because right now I’m listening to Enrique Iglesias. I’m falling for him harder than anyone could ever imagine. I won’t go into details, but being in a relationship with him is just not going to happen. And that fucking kills me.


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