Eh.

save me from myself.
i don't want to be the way i am now.
i want to be happy again.
i want to love freely again.
but i guess i can't.
my heart is eternally scarred by those men.
cole,
john,
avi,
and bud.
have you ever been hurt beyond repair?
i have,
and it's fuck awful.
don't follow in my footsteps.
they are stained with cocaine, unused condoms, cigratte buts, empty vodka bottles, used needles, and the broken peices of my heart.
i know this is really depressing.
and most people are going to tell me to see a shrink.
and i am.
but i want my friends help.
even if i don't know you.
i am so messed up.
help?