Forever the way I’m meant to be. Evolving, to what nobody wants to associate with in any form. Is it my fault? Did I screw up? Probably, but who really cares enough ABOUT ME to see me falling down. Nobody, exactly. So why the fuck do I bother with this? You hate me. Admit it. u h8 me & I’m giving up.
One Disaster I call myself.
Disclaimer
It is your choice whether or not to read this diary. The most I can ask is that you do not question me about it - I would rather not know if you have been reading it at all or even how you came to find it. Everything I have posted in this diary is what I had been thinking at the exact time I posted it. This diary is for me personally, and me alone. If I have written something you dislike: stop reading.
9:51 p.m.
I'm bent out of shape
