Happy Gone.
Mood: Sad, alone, failure
I hate this. I've had four different guys express a desire to date me in the past three days. CREEPY! I don't wanna date no more! Don't wanna fuck, don't wanna go over to your house and get high...I want to focus on the things that won't leave me. I want to get my job back on track, I'm looking into colleges for either Fashion Photography or Fashion design. Yep, I'm going to college kids!!!! I really want to go to one down in LA...But mom won't let me. She says SF is far enough.
I don't want to put my heart out there again. I don't want to deal with it. It hurts, and it's not rewarding at all. I'm done with love, despite how much I thought I always wanted it...I really don't. Not after that. That was the last blow I can deal with....And tomorrow...Despite the tears and the desire to hold on...I'ma burn all the pictures, all the letters, and everything he gave me. It's really over. And I'm still alive...For whatever reason. And this all hurts.
