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- "Inspired by the $" - The Starting Line I haven't had the heart or energy for this diary lately. It still means everything to me... It's almost 3 years old I belive... I just don't know what to say to it right now. This box seems smaller. I'm a bad friend, a bad daughter, a bad sister, a bad person. I don't like who I am right now. I'm sick of being yelled at and looked down upon. I feel like a child when in actuallity I'm an "adult". I'm looking for a boy to hold me tight, but I will never find it. 1 slips through my arms after a night of passionless sex and unreturned phone calls. 2 is stteing me up and knocking me down because he is in love with her. I'm not blind to what either of them are doing, but I'm desperate for attention. I am only doing this to myself. I have no motivation. No job. I rarely go to class (altho I have staright B's). I'm living at home. I feel pathetic. PLEASE GIVE ME MOTIVATION AND SAVE ME FROM MYSELF. Depression is wrapping it's arms firmly arond me and suffocating me slowly. In a while from now it will kill me. Hopefully it waits until after the next two weekends. |
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