maybeee

I'm not as strong as I thought I was...

You would think, after the 2600763920th time breaking up, I would be completely fine, and move on as quickly as I could. Well, fuck that idea. I just want to crawl into a hole and cry, and hell, die too. The only thing I'm  looking forward to this year is moving out.

I just want summer to come right now. That way I can probably work to death.....