I cry through my skin.

Mood: Doomed, depressed, self injurous

 I keep hoping that something, anything, will come and make things okay. I just want to stop feeling the world's blow a thousand times worse than anyone else. It's not that I'm being hit harder, so to speak, it's just that I'm more soft skinned...Chemically depressed...All that other random psycho-mumbo-jumbo. Or, maybe I'm just a spoilt brat who needs to stop being so emo. I don't think it's the latter...If I could stop, I would. I have to see Skye tomorrow...The timg couldn't be worse either. My best friend and I just wrote a fuck you letter and destroyed everything she ever gave me. I'm really going to catch the shit on that one. Although, I really do deserve it. It's karma, and I know it.