Hey Kyle, I miss you Lots :(

I don't know what it is, but I always
have to make lists. It's like OCD or something.
I don't know why I'm writing this. I fail at life.
I need to sleep. Everything I'm wearing right
now is Hello Kitty. I applied for jobs today.
I'm anxious/scared out of my mind.
I need to get my learners. It's getting
cold outside already, and I'm sad. It's
getting cold real fast. There's someone
on my mind. I had a dream about doing
ecstasy this morning and I started shaking
and my stomach hurt. Does that mean I'm
addicted to ecstasy? I need to do it again.
I guess that's why I dream about it.
Holy monsters, I am fucked in the head.
And Jesus, I MISS YOU. :( It's definitely
my PMS/Paranoia but (I'm worried about you.)
I hate myself. I hate the way I think.
I remember once you said "Never sing to me."
That hurt. It's been forever since I've seen you.
July 24th I think. It's August 6th. I am going
crazy. Completely insane. (But I'm dealing.)
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.

-Me.

Broken Heart (2009)

I'm sorry it had to end this way.
Today,
Just didn't work out.
The way you wanted.
And,
Never ever again.
Like, you poured your heart out to me.
And I shut it down.
I threw it against the wall,
and it shattered into a million pieces.
Then I stomped on it.

Yeah.
Well.

You deserved it.
Creep.