#232896 added March 18, 2003 at 8:26pm Restrictions: None
Since last time
Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: none
So much has happened in the last 24 hours since we spoke. I cut myself last night after becoming overwhelmed with everything and I wanted it to end right there, but I didn't have the fucking nerve to shove the object further into my arm. All I really have are cuts on my arms. Nothin big.
Notice, this is all about Jacob. He doesn't deserve this much attention from me. This much dedication, yet I am adoring him to the last remains of my poor heart.
I partially regret getting into this mess. Partially? Ok, this wasn't worth the heartache. The heart break. The heart stab . . .
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