I've been MIA for awhile. I can never really be hooked on anything on the internet. Hell, there was a reason why I never used "hooked on phonics". Ha, jokes, ha. I always leave for a little bit and then return for a little. And I can never finish stories, there's so much to do, I get other ideas, not ever home, etc.I've also been looking back on my life too. But if you keep looking back, you can...

I don't know if I can live up to what every one wants me to be. Everyone expects me to be happy, over him, with someone else, fucking someone else, productive, eating, above the influence, the same old me, and all this other crap. People expect me to like, fuck up, since I'm depressed or whatever. Yeah, I guess I do have a serving of depression, but add a side of anxiety. Yet people expect me to...

I need to fill myself up and get back to how I used to be. I need to be happier, healthier, and a better person. I may not be with him anymore, but I cannot just sit around and mope. He's definitely not doing the same thing, I know he's out partying, drinking, so on. So why should I be the one to hurt? I can't rely on anyone anymore. Everyone that said they would be there are gone or busy. It's...