Just keep on.

Figures. I'd let something like this fuck with me.

Keep pulling my nerves.

Stretching my skin.

Let me be bothered.

Let me be free.

Figures. It fucking figures.

Lately, I feel like hell. BUT. I don't really care. Going to school getting work done. Just like you. Doing whatever it takes. I'm frustrated about relationships. Not mine. I care about mine, just. He knows what I mean. Like my parents. And my friends' relationships. They are all bullshitting me. Haha. I just want to take some of them and talk to them about my opinion on what they should do. And. FORCE IT ON THEM. Haha. Not that they're going to listen. As long as they are happy, I suppose I'm okay. No need to be dramatic. 'Course, I've been losing it without speaking to you, but who isn't over here. And I know in a couple of days I'll start feeling better. I know I can live without you. 

Why don't real people understand love?

 I know what love is.

 I haven't experienced it yet. 

But I've seen it.

 And that doesn't look like it.

Apparently you know what I mean.

"Hi, I'm on meth. I'm not sure if you haven't noticed. I figured it'd be pretty obvious, I keep breaking out on my forearms and I'm pretty thin to the point where my shoulder blades rise to the middle of my neck. You see, me and my boyfriend. Pshh. We go crazy on what we got. What we got. Like... NyQuil. And other stronger things, of course. I used to date this guy. But, hey. I'm a liar so I'm going to say I never dated him because I'm too embarrassed about my previous life which hasn't changed much but my classy (irritating) personality. So, I'm going to stay home. All day. All fucking day. And either fuck my boyfriend. Snort Asprin. Or lie about everything that can possibly make my life look better for as much attention I can get. SO. Peace. Oh, and why don't you ever come see me? :( "

EAT YOUR FOOD, TINA.

Stinky.