We've switched!

"I don't know" and a shrug were not considered an answer. You wanted to know my secrets and everything... and now?

I can't ever feel right all the time. My happiness is not permanent. I am deeply sorry.

I am sorry.

I am so selfish, vain, and conceited.

Terrible, terrible.

What's happening?

I'm tired of these words.

I can't have those other words lose their meaning.

busy |ˈbizē|adjective ( busier , busiest )having a great deal to do : he had been too busy to enjoy himself | there was enough work to keep two people busy.
OK 1 (also okay |ˈōˈkā|) informaladjective [ predic. ]satisfactory but not exceptionally or especially good : the flight was OK.• (of a person) in a satisfactory physical or mental state : are you OK, Ben?

Yesterday somebody passed me and said, "You're always sitting by yourself. I like it." Things were never like this. As each day passes I realize things will never be the same, they just can't be. I feel like I am floating through time and just doing what I have to do. Everything that surrounds me aggravates me. I am fueled by jealousy, which is an ugly thing. I can't even talk to him about things because he'll get confused and upset, which will make me cry and get angry.

I want to throw everything out of my room, but I know I would regret it in the end. I'm disgusted with myself. I want to stop biting my lips and nails, but I can't, it's inevitable.

Ha! I'll never forget dodging sprinklers at five in the morning on May 23.

EVERYTHING KEEPS GOING.

I miss you.

The wants are stirring again. Ah yes, continuously.