I cry through my skin.

Mood: Pissed, crushed, sad.

 I don't think anybody fucking understands how badly this hurts. I don't think they can possibly fathom how shitty I feel every time I hear his voice or his name. You all tell me that it'll get better, that we'll get to see eachother, that things will be fine just a little different. Fuck all of you. You don't fucking understand. And if you want to fucking tell me how my relationship is going to go...FUCK YOU! I don't even want to fucking deal with this. I just want to go somewhere very far away. I hate this. I fucking hate how one stupid choice ruins your entire fucking life. I get to see my boyfriend, the person I love above else once a month if I'm lucky. And then all we can do is see a fucking movie. What the hell. Why? Because I fucking did drugs? I fucking hate you.