So... I almost broke my knuckles this weekend. I punched a heavy wooden furniture item and it was much stronger than I and clearly the victor. So... suffice to say I am a fucking moron. I am tired and sad... what's new right? I have come to the conclusion that I am just... tired. Beat the fuck down. Nobody who loves me can tell me why they love me... its like they just do so because they are supposed too. And those that say they love me can't seem to stand to be around me. I'm fucking up again lately... I don't want to speak it aloud... but I am fucking up.
God help me.
What of my girlfriend you ask?
The girl I love recently lost somebody close to her and its hurting her deeply. All I can do is stand aside and be there.... hopefully she doesn't forget me.
Everyone is going away and I am powerless to stop them.
I can't write anymore tonight...