my face hurts. it has hurt for the past week.

how did i go from being that girl to this wreck. there are so many things i would say if this were a real journal that nobody read.

i only talk about life the way i want it to make me feel.
there's only one person i tell these things to, and he's on the other side of the world.

want to crawl in a hole, and you know the rest..