I'm alone. It's my fault my family is having financial issues. The reason we have to get a new insurance coverage. I should have never even mentioned my stomach pains when I was 14 and I would be dead right now and Mack could go to a better school, he deserves it more than me. He's smarter, and actually has a future. I'm just fucked in the head and can't handle any amount of anxiety that comes my way. I'm still having a panic attack after 6mgs of Xanax. I'm always the asshole. I can't do anything right. I'm not reliable at all. All my brother cares about is money. My mom regrets having me. I think I'm going to drop out of Brooks, at least for a little while, so I don't have to get blamed for money problems. Fuck. Can't I just die in a car accident or something? A memorial service would be a lot cheaper than my parents paying off my insurance until I'm 23.
Hilary made my night better <3.
I don't want to do anything. I'm a crusty whore. A Xanax addict. I don't deserve anything I have. I'm such a burden. Someone make me go away.
I don't want Vinny gone for 75 days.
I'm so incredibly lost and alone. I don't want to talk to anyone. ever. again. I'm a basket case. Don't be my friend.
Mack just came back and laid it all out for me. Perfect timing. Maybe he isn't a complete asshole.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment