“You’re doing so well...” they said.“I’m so proud of you,” she said.“I’m so glad you’re getting better…” he said.I messed up again. I just… I couldn’t hold it down. I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t stop myself. From the urge. I don't... know anymore. Why... I do this.I’ve relapsed again. It feels… disappointing. Feels like I’m a failure. Feels like I built myself up,...

sometimes I wish the world was perfect. but then I realize how stupidly boring it would get and forget about that dumbfuck idea.othertimes I wish someone could fix the world. sometimes I wish that person could be me. and most of the time it's for those shallow reasons, like fame or fortune. sometimes it's a noble gesture but then it's not me because I am not noble.I wish I could fix people. people...

So...Yeah, here we go, sexuality shit. (Excuse the swearing, it's a habit.)Today, my Mom and me were talking about my friends (it's sounds weird, I know, but she's amazing, and I love her so shut up) and we were talking about my one friend who has parents WHO SUCK. She talked to her dad once about lesbians, and he basically told her he would disown her if she was one. And that pissed me...

So. This is her. That's fine. I'm really happy for you. She's cute.Isn't that what you tell them?Oh, him? He's the nicest guy ever, seriously. It's no wonder he got you, you guys match so perfectly.He told me to say that, y'know. He's got you because you fell into a trap.Me? Oh no, it's just me, myself and I.And sometimes you can't even trust that.Of course, maybe someday. But for now, solo, I...