usually people blog when they have something to say about their day. i blog becuz im bored and i have nothing to do. i've read all the books i have [which is not many] at least 4 times, listened to the 300++ songs i haf in this comp at least 3 times, seen 20++ videos at least twice and i've eaten like at least 4569 times today. its surprising im still alive.

i dont know why i feel the way i do. its not like there's anything left of it anymore. i DID want it to end. and now, i feel so empty. i want it back but i know i cant. if i do get it back, i know it'd go nowhere- a thought that has been in my head since the very start. so who am i trying to kid? this feeling's not pure. its just. lust.

mebbe its the sense of security he gave me. mebbe it was the way he noticed me. i guess i miss that the most.

IM SO SCREWED.