July 16th 2009
I lie, I lie about a lot of things. I lie about how I'm feeling, I tell people I'm fine when I'm not. I lie about my day, I like to make up Bullshit about things I wish I did when in reality I just slept in my bed and never moved. I lie about having a friend, I havent spoken to her in almost a year. I hate myself, I can't even find the strenght most of the time to be honest about how bad I really feel. And I think its because I'd rather not try and get no where, then try and try and still get no where. Pretty much the story of my life. I wish that I never went to college. I wish that I had not tried at all. I think I have lied so much that when I finally sit down and think about myself I get scared. It's like a reality check, I really am a waste of space.