luvelle

I want to give up. I'm not good enough, I think. I keep messing it up. Doomed to failure.

And this has nothing to do with what's happened late last week.

Men. Pffft. They all only want one thing.

That's why I'll always love my girlfriends and family. Only. And maybe a handful of truly awesome boys. :)

It's okay. Put all the blame on me. I can take it. It's alright. Make me the scapegoat. I'm fine with that. Make me be the first to apologise because it's easy to blame me. I make it too convenient to blame me. Because otherwise I'll look like the heartless uncaring bitch.

I'm going to quit school. I have proven to be useless. I'm going to fail. I've got nothing to look forward to.

People are pissing me off. I know la. Fucking hell. Sorry alright? But sorry no cure, I know... Just 1.5 months left, and it will be time.

My doctor is refusing to prescribe me sleeping aids! WTF! I cannot outwit a psychiatrist. Unless maybe he's found this blog. I need them. Since I don't have them, I'll look for alternatives then. Off to the clinic first thing in the morning, but first, let me raid my fridge. I'm sure I can find that yummy black liquid.

Do you remember the time when we fell in love?

No one deserves to be with me.