I know what I said
I know I said that this was going to be happier and lighter, but I don't think so. And since no one actually reads this, I don't really give a damn. I don't really give a damn about anything these days. It's like my days are all blending together and melting into one another. They're heating up, filled with my rage and helplessness. Filled with thoughts of what a weak bitch I am. These little thoughts make up my days and they're little grains of sand getting hotter and hotter until they melt into glass. This glass is perfectly see through. No one can see it coming and when it hits them then this glass is a nuisance and it's walked around or pushed away. I can't control my depression anymore, it's hard. Like really hard just to go through my day feeling like a fucked up, self loathing bitch and still put up this smile. It's not even a good one. They think I'm getting better. I have my days but I'm getting better right? I'm looking to t...