Hey, I’ve come crawling back.
Still on that Andrew bullshit. It’s the last week of the semester, FINALS WEEK. I’m in my room just wasting away in my bed. Andrew is downstairs on his laptop yelling at his gaming friends. Vic is in her room.
The end of semester midnight breakfast is tonight. I usually like going every year but I dont quite feel like it today.
I dont want Andrew here anymore. He makes me feel terrible. And when I tell him he makes me feel terrible he somehow makes me feel like it’s my fault I feel this way.
Everything is just so bad lately. I cant get excited about anything. I need a change. I wish I could be what the people around me want me to be.
I need to stop getting high or hooking up to escape.
I need to get out of bed.