1-26-06 about 11pm
Mood: i should get drunk and die
Listening to: nothing right now
i am a used and abused tool. i knew this would happen. i was so used to keeping shut and closed to anyone. i tried to open up and be warm to someone and BAM! i get hurt again. i'm sick of not being good enough. i'm sick of being alone. i'm sick of this pathetic life. i'm not fucking around, i so want to go od on fucking perks and booze. too bad i'm minus the perks or i would just go find some nice place to drive my truck, park, down the perks, down the booze and fall asleep. and thank god i'd never fucking wake up. i'm tired of being the one who's always wrong, always depressed, never good enough. i think i'm going to go get drunk, either here in the basement or at brent's either way i hope to god that i choke on my own fucking puke. life is bullshit, i'm tired of it. no one gives a fuck, why should i?

-lindsey.