. + Faces Of Death

It's been so long. Nothing has taken place. Nothing worth writing about.
Actually. There has.
I realized exactly how much I suck. Yes. I suck. It's time I face the truth.
I should learn how to move on with life. And not think of him while watching Dear Frankie. What a sad person, I am. I need to learn how to listen to a song and not think about him.

" To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes;
Makes It So Hard Not To Cry;
And As We Sing Our Long Goodbyes;
I Almost Die. "
Everything I do, ends up in a mess.
I suck at relationships, making friends, losing friends. the whole lot. =)
But. Ugh. This life. It's just, err, I don't even know what to call it. A bitch? Yeah, that.
It's better to kill yourself than to whither away, Cobain. You messed the whole thing up, love. =)