Honestly?
If I died right now, I really wouldn't care.
Oh, yeah...me and Andy broke up.
It was bound to happen eventually.
But again...I don't know what to think about life anymore.
I'm doomed to a life as a hag.
Nobody likes me in that way, except for Andy.
And then there's the eternal question...
Will he ever move on?
Will I move on from my love?
And no, I don't mean Andy.
It's these things that get me.
*shrugs*
I've been having a lot of problems lately, physically and in my head.
Physically could be from lack of sleep, lack of appetite.
And in my head...I miss Florida. If I could give everything I have to go back in time to 8th grade I would go to Roosevelt.
But hell, I can't do that now. Or ever.
My life is crashing to a standstill.
On the bright side, I'm officially devoting myself to school.
When you have basically no friends you can count on in the state you live in, what else do you have to live for.
All I had was Andy, and that fizzled out for me.
I don't know, maybe it was the thought of someone new (or not so new)in my head, but that doesn't have a chance in the world.
I suck.
No, not like that.
And, maybe, if I could go back in time to that year and stay in Florida, things would be different.
I was happy in 6th grade, 7th, basically all of Elementary school. 8th grade started the depression, the cutting.
I can't say I wanted to die, or hurt you guys.
I just wanted the pain and loss to go away.
Ninth grade, I pretty much gave up on ever coming back, and tried to battle depression.
I was still depressed, just not as bad.
And the last few weeks before that school year was over, I met Andy.
Was that all a mistake?
I think it was.
If I fall in love one more time, and then lose it because of me, I don't know what I do.
Or maybe I've been in love this entire time, and I just didn't realize it.
Actually, that's exactly what happened.
*sighs*
It's stupid, and I need to let go of the past, but...I just want to say, if they can hear me and actually care, I love you.
And right now, I need them in my life.
But...it's hard.
Complicated.
I wish that my life never happened.
Not because I want to give up on people.
In honest truth?
I want them to give up on me.