I wonder why I say the things that I do, it’s not like I ever intended to hurt anybody. I just feel sad, just sad.

Sometimes I wish I had the option to go home. That my mom cared and my dad hadn’t done what he did. Would love to have more than just Guy care about me. Who knows if he still does or maybe he’s just being nice. Hate myself. I feel so low about myself that I create anything different from the ugly reality I feel about myself.

Why do couples fight? It drives me crazy, who knows how long we have on this planet? It’s not like we remember the bad times anyways so why do we create them? Cheers to the lovers not the fighters who keep on loving!

There’s always going to be jealousy. If your boyfriend doesnt get jealous because someone has your attention it’s because somebody else already has his attention.