Not addicted just really have a need that I can’t control.

I am frantically crying and screaming.

Desperately wanting to take a sleeping pill and go to bed.

Weekends are hard for me.

That was when we hung out.

I am bothering all my friends.

Crying to everyone.

I love him.

I need to stop.

How do I stop?

I want him back. That shit isn’t going to happen. That is fairytale bullshit.

I need to sleep. I need to sleep.

I have to go out. And do shit. And live.