I'm so fuckingscrewed up.

I'm sorry that I have wronged you. That I can no longer be a example for you to follow. I fucked up, I do not know how to correct it, it seems so beondmy control. I want to run, run from. I amso sorry that you do not know any better and it is all my fault.

I hate myself. It can be no one else's fault.

I hate my skin




and once again I need to stop myself from wanting to breakup with drew. I just spent a wonderful day with him. now, All I want to do is leave. But I don't want to leave.