Life

[unavoidedcrisis]

Two years.

Four months.

And nineteen days.

Gone.

I tried so fucking hard and it was completely fucking worthless.

I promised myself I was done, but like most other things, that turned out to be a lie.

I don't even know why I bothered in the first place.

Why did he have to go and do that? It's in the past Colleen, let it go, but I don't fucking want to.

I'm the most self centred person I know and I fucking hate it.

Comments

[random-laughter.livejournal.com]

Now I'm totally confused. :S You said look at the tags, and you referred to a "he" in your entry.

So now I'm really not sure.