dying...

tonight is the 2nd night that i will not sleep in my bed. the couch is my current friend right now. i may not have enough room to toss and turn here but i feel ... safe... secure...

i feel like im hitting rock bottom and nobody is there to save me ... maybe because nobody understands ...

pain is not my friend ... somedays i just want to feel numb so it won't hurt like hell...

now i am starting to believe that there's something wrong with the way i love ... i just love too much ... and anything not in moderation is bad ...

i miss the old me and i miss the old you but then everything changes ...

i envy sweet and happy couples ... we we're once like that ....

i still have hope ...