I may not always eliquently, my words are not spelt right all the time and sometimes my blog gets neglected for weeks at a time but one thing is for sure, everything i write is real.

Its been hard lately to pretend, to have patience, to not let everything bother me.

I get jealous when you call your dad for directions i know i shouldnt but i do.

I miss you so much and its not one of those cant eat cant sleep things, it a numb pain that slowly eats away at me for days at a time until i finally break.

When you ask me if im ok and i say yes, with that far away look in my mind im not ok. I say yes because its easier, you cant do anything to help me so why even bother you.

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I get so mad sometimes i just want to punch things. but i dont, i just sulk instead. i am LAME.

THE End.