Journal 7/20/12

My head's fucking killing me. I don't even know how I got here. I'm such a fucking mess. I need to go. I can't be around them, not right now. I shouldn't have said - shouldn't have said what I said to Cia.

Even if she doesn't get it. I started for her, so she wouldn't have to take care of me.

I just can't deal with all this right now. I can't do everything they expect me to, and be everyone they expect me to, and they'll pry and - I need to go.

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