pretending the echoes belonged to someone, someone i used to know.
shits really fucked up right now. i hope she knows she’s ruining what could’ve gotten better. she’s shredding the little rope that was left. that’s her problem, not mine. however she should now realize why i’m so afraid of letting people get close to me, because the ones who get close really mess me up. i’m messed up, i admit it, okay?
i’m listening to mad postal service lately because it reminds me of the beginning of last school year when even though bad things happened, it was a new beginning for me. it was a time when i felt like i really had an opportunity to make things better for myself and to be more of the person i hoped to be. a new school year is always like that for me. it’s like i’ve been blessed with a brand new opportunity to try and achieve what i want to. school starts in exactly 4 weeks and 1 day and i’m pretty excited. i need to have a stable place to go to almost everyday, even if it entails schoolwork. i need to have a venue to occupy most of my time. i just need to feel like i belong somewhere again, even if i belong there by law.
