I'm sorry, I am. I want you to be happy so much. I want to be there for you so bad if you would just let me. Blog and random readers I don't know what to do at this point, perhaps it's PMS but I feel like everything I am doing right now is wrong. when I speak it's like diarrhea of the mouth, it just doesn't stop. . . . .ew. I want to be good enough whatever that is. I want to make a difference, I just don't know how. I find myself losing sleep to my thoughts; thinking of everything and nothing as I watch the shadows move along the walls.
I just, ya know I actually don't even know.
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