I didn't do anything and somehow I'm in trouble. Not with my parents, but with Justen. I really didn't do anything and he's blaming me for shit I couldn't have possibly been around to do. Fuck. Fucking fucking fucking cancer. Ugh.
Believe me, you never want to watch someone begin to go downhill. It's the saddest fucking thing in the whole world. Until then, you don't know hell.
I'm listening to this old song I haven't heard in years, since the first person I claimed to have fallen in love with showed it to me. It's totally not what I'd enjoy at all; it's Last Dance WIth Mary Jane by Tom Petty. I have no idea why I like it. But for some reason I do. It's got parts that I like I guess. It just reminds me of good times and bad times and uh.. I don't know. It doesn't even relate to right now.
I need some fucking chocolate or something.
Just like smiles are contagious, so too is depression.
xoxo.
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