I cry through my skin.

Mood: Depressed, hungry

 I have wasted my vacation working! I have 180 dollars to show for my work...But no enjoyment. I hate money. It's stupid.  Oh, and not one but TWO boys have decided that they like me. Well, one has decided to become an obsessive stalker with a deep burning passion for me...Which I find creepy. Of course all this happens when I have a relationship. Why didn't guys ever notice me before I was happily in love? No matter...Skye's moving over the summer. We'll probably have to break up because of the long distance thing*sigh* Oh, and I'm cutting again. I thought busy hands meant a busy mind? My hands are busy but my mind is idle enough to breed mass ammounts of suicidal depression!!!! I was seriously considering cutting my throat while I was working today...But I decided not to because then the kid I was watching would have been left alone. What a screw up I am. Such a screw up with so many messed up emotions and absolutely no way to bring them out! Ah, shoot me now.