stubborn.

perfect; simple plan

These are the days when I start to hate myself all over again. I've been feeling this resounding sense of loneliness, and I don't know why.

Uh, thank you. Yeah, er, you know who you are, even though you don't know or don't come here to read this blog. Thank you, I love you. I think I'd die if you left me. That one relationship that I have is the closest thing I know to love outside of my family. I hope no one takes offense. And that is not meant in another way then how it's written. I guess I'm just lucky. Though it's funny, I totally don't deserve it at all because I'm a bad friend. I think I need your motivation.

Hey, self? It's probably the umpteenth time I'd say this, but I need to get you in order. And of course, being me, it won't go through because I can't. Or am not motivated. Nanay points that out every now and then, "You're not motivated. What do you want to do, get all kinds of medical problems or something?" That's how it sounds to me.

I hate disappointing people. It makes me feel worse than I already do.

Back under the covers. iPod's on max volume, I'm going to deafen all the hurt away.

Drop the pride and drop the act. I don't know how to change myself, but I need to.