the thought of it makes me wanna cry, makes me wanna be in self-wallow. why is things so difficult to bring across? why isst that when it comes here and then ends just like that? my life, hasn't it been always like that? im really sick, totally disappointed. i told myself that it's gonna end here. im not pushing anymore. i don't wanna initate anymore. im just not your priority. where does all the stress comes from?? now i fully understand what happens to me when im in serious stress. i don't eat, i look @ the food it makes me sick, wanna puke, my stomach goes into serious turmoil and i hab no mood for anything. d fact is liddart.- u made it. yes, im hard on myself. and i chose to be that. i can't never be easy on myself. yesh, it's my choice... agree that im kinda dumb. i seriously thk so. and when im say im thking about it, you doesn't. - so now that's silly. and i say i thought it was liddart. - but u doesn't - now that's foolish and when i say yarhs I KNEW IT WAS OVER -but u already KNEW it long before i concluded. ---that's total retardness.
now u see what i mean?
and i need some psychologist if this drags on and when i can't jump out of tis pit. i'll jump. ;/
