I just want to be with you. I just want to be yours. It hurts me inside every time I think about the fact that we could never be together. And so I’ll just spend the rest of my life taking long glances at you from the sidelines.
The freaking counseling office needs to get better hours. And I mean what the fuck am I supposed to say when I call to schedule an appointment. Hi, I’m going insane and everyone tells me I need to get help. So please give me pills and pretend to understand whats going inside of my head even though I can’t begin to fathom it.
I keep fucking up and making the wrong decisions. I picked the wrong apartment. AGAIN. I’m going to be a solid 2 miles from campus and I will be alone and lonely all the time because no one is going to visit me. Fuck