I like to pretend that everything is just peachy, that growing two years older has just magically made life perfect. But it hasn't. I'm still me. I'm still just that kid with chronic depression. I'm in love with a guy who truly loves me for once, But I know for a fact that he is going to leave me one day because of his disorder. It's something that is definitely going to come true. And I can't stop it.
It probably wouldnt be so bad if I didn't love him so much. Or if he didn't love me. Also, it would be easier if I werent me. No one wants this. Edwin doesn't want thus, if he did, all of his personalities would love me. My birth mother didn't, neither does my mother now because I'm just a fraudulent deal... even after 18years together. Jakey, Jamesly... people I really care about, they all don't want me. The only people that do are horny creeps that want my body for a night... or thirty minutes. :/
So I'm just kinda here. Not really sure who I am, where I am going, or What I'm doing. And there is my depressing rant for tonight. OK, I got that out. Let's carry on. I want to hear happy stories, people. Please, make with the happy.