I feel like shit. This has to be the worst fucking night ever. I can't stop crying and I feel so sick. I don't want to feel anything, anymore. Why can't things stay good? Everything is fucked up. Am I always going to be alone? I really cant keep a healthy relationship. I'm too insecure and screwed up. I should've never started talking to you. I know better. I hurt everyone, or the other way around.. This is no where near explaining how upset I am.
Jorge came over, for like the third day in a row. Can't complain, though. He's a great musician. Also, we spent the day singing Lennon and eating pizza.