Scrolling through tumblr and twitter, realizing just how emotionally ****** up this world is. It breaks me how many kids are locking themselves in their bedrooms crying and cutting and popping pills while their family sits idle in another room having no clue, no care as to what's going on in there, I just don't understand,..I don't understand how a parent could be so unconcerned for their child who can't even stand on their own emotionally anymore, and why they're so ****** as to send them to counseling instead of helping them themselves. If they're crying out to you, you help. Don't send them off to some place they don't wish to travel. They want you, that cry for help was for you. I just don't understand...but then again, I don't understand a lot of things, but this one is one of the hardest to comprehend. I'll never be able to wrap my mind around the thought of someone allowing such an addiction, such a fight, such a suffer to continue as long as most battles carry out...but that's just me.

"She came to give my stuff back. My computer, clothes, guitar, and gun. I broke up with her a couple weeks ago. I was tired of being strung along and played with. But she doesn't have time for me so I have to forgive and forget. Oh but *** she used to be perfect. Everything. The twinkle in her eyes and how they lit up when she saw me.. I couldn't continue to pour myself out for her when she couldn't accept it. We had a deal, it was either 110%, or nothing. And I was getting about 2% of effort from her since she started her career in February. I know I didn't waste the 3 years I was with her though, it taught me so much.. We've been through so much together. I try to be strong, but sometimes its hard especially when she came today.. Her heart is hard. But thinking about those perfect memories, and the smell of her hair, the taste of her skin, the way she held me and the rhythm of her breathing.. Its all a thing of the past. Like I don't really want to go into detail, but someday. Ugh! But tomorrow is a new day."