For my depression therapy, I wear a wrist band so I don't get upset. It says "Be Happy". It works most of the time, but right now, not really.
He doesn't care about me at all. We're not going out and frankly, I don't want to. To him, I'm like everyone else to him; just another girl he's going to mess around with.
I don't care.
Wait.
I lied.
I do care. I do care and I hate it.
I just thought he really did care about me, but I guess not. I'm a dumb a**. I think I just need to sleep it off.
edit: I'm just jealous of everyone else
Mari Lambo · Fri Aug 08, 2008 @ 07:21am · 0 Comments |