I miss so much. I miss going out every night and smoking and having an amazing time. I miss my friday nights. Now I just seem like a whore to everyone I used to talk to. I make such bad mistakes. I wish I still had those friends. I haven’t been genuinely happy in about three years. I wish I could do something about my depression. Why aren’t I allowed to just fucking take pills. Why can’t I block out these thoughts. All these flashbacks. I’m such a pathetic mess. I’ll never love anyone like I should. I don’t treat anyone right. I hate everyone so much.
