Everything

keeps happening and none of it seems to be good.
This week I realised that people don't leave because they're cruel, they leave because of me.
Mum says I suck the life out of her and I make her miserable.
I say "only one more year".
I can do this, I can make it out alive.  I've made it this far, I can keep going.
My stomach still hurts, I'd very much like it to stop.
Very much.
Preferably now.


On a side note, NEW BLOGSPOT LAYOUT YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME.  I AM STRONG, I WILL NEVER SUCCUMB.

One Day

One day, it's not going to be like this. 
I'm going to have something to talk about.  I'm going to meet the right people, do the right things.  I'm going to make an impact on the world around me. 
It'll change for the better.  I know it will. 


And hopefully it will mean more interesting things to post about, because right now I've got nothing. 

I just.  I don't know what to do anymore. 
You had told me I did nothing wrong, so why.
Why are you doing this. 


I'll just keep telling myself it'll be easier once you're gone, and hope for the best.