but then again, i'm probably flying my solo tomorrow because it's getting less hazy.

so YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING CARE RIGHT? for once i fail to initiate something and you fail ten times worse.
when my wrists were tingling, where were you?
when i felt like dying, where were you?
when i realized how crappy everything was, did you care?
when i fly my solo, where will you be?
when i'm near you, will you be bothered?
will you still love me?

no. you chose someone over me a long time before.
you've chosen somebody over me.
you will choose somebody over me.

i want to kill myself. and i know i'm not afraid. because i've tried it once. all you bastards and bitches. is this what you want?

i'm fucking hurting. but you don't read this diary anymore. so what's the point?