How have I been crying all day. I'm pathetic. I really can't stand myself. Waking up and realizing nothing has changed about me is the worst. I'm still a jealous, selfish and rude piece of whatever. I'm really so sorry. I can't handle all these feelings and all the fuck ups.

The fake happiness walls I put up have crumbled.

That was short-lived. I'm sitting alone and realizing where all the money I made went. Paying for everything for almost the past seven years really stresses me out, with the exception of where I lived, aka "my parents'", for my senior year. I need money. I'm scared because I want to give up everyday. And now I'm scared to go to work because I'm not a strong enough person. I want to just rest easy, but I need another job. I want to go to school, but I'll still need to work quite a bit, so I can gain some comfort. I don't want to fall behind or completely shit on college. I know that I can get aid, but I want to save money as soon as I can. I wish I didn't cry so much. The more I do, the less I feel I can hold back. The less strength I feel like I have. I go through most days fighting with whether I want to keep, well, fighting. I wish I didn't, trust me. I just want a place to call home, where I don't have to worry.

I'm dumb.

On the train home after, what was supposed to be, a good night. It all seemed okay at first, but as it progressed, I realized that I wasn't special. Only time that holding my hand or flirting was apparently okay, was when his friend(s) looked away. But I disregarded it because I wanted to pretend like I was worth something. Like I was a prize to be won or he felt the need to show me off. I wasn't and of course, he didn't. I'm just that insecure, desperate piece of shit who doesn't know how to not fuck a guy during the first hang out. I'm so sick to my stomach because of that. And because I thought things would be different. I wish I could've just kept my gaurd up. I wish that the grounds I stand on, didn't always crumble. I always criticize, hate, talk shit about girls like me. I realize that I have no room to talk. I never do. The walk from the bus to the train was an 11 minute one. As I headed to the train, a woman in a BMW convertable with three dogs, pulled up & told me to get in. I denied her, but she went on to say that she's a rape counselor and that although that neigborhood wasn't horrible, being in the dark was the worst idea for me. So, I got in, mostly because I love pups and she was persistant either way. I'm grateful for that part of my night. To know that someone actually cared about my well-being was a great feeling. I know my friends care, for damn sure, but everyone I came into contact with didn't give two shits.

I'm trying to become more optimistic. I'm trying to force myself to be happy. It's the hardest thing ever because something always has to stand in my way. Something always has to crumble my entire foundation, then I have to rebuild myself up again. If it weren't for some, my foundation wouldn't improve little by little. It would always have this disgustingly atrocious crack that nothing could be supported on. I wouldn't have time to even think about making the inside presentable or even keeping the dust from settling so thick on each surface. A lot of what's wrong is the amount of time I spend trying to make sure the emptiness of it isn't seen by the passersby, or that my welcome rug is littered by the mud from the unloving's shoes. That there is comfort inside and beauty that greets you from within. That there's the glow of smiles on the windowpanes. When each monumental moment comes around, there is an aroma of love, caring and a sureness that this is what life is supposed to be like. I don't want there to be this dark cloud over the estate of my life forever. I want there to be an inviting smile at each entryway. A hug of friendship and welcomeness when you stop by to say hello. This old house is mine and each foundation gets better than the last. If I keep remembering that, then it will stay standing strong for years to come, new plaster, new floors, new visitors and all.

I'm sick and fucking tired of pretending like not having parents is fine. Getting so jealous, it hurts. Trying to let people tell me to feel better when they don't know how it feels. I haven't felt safe in life at all. Fuck it. Fuck me.

Quit acting like the world's against you

I don't have anything good to say. I feel like I made myself look bad because I have to run from every potentially bad situation. Because I'm not strong enough to be alone, in my own court, everyday. I don't think the world's against me. I think that people don't listen to me, sometimes and my feelings get hurt. I'm not trying to be all about me or selfish. Ever since I can remember, I've had to fight all my battles alone. I get defensive. I don't get listened to a lot. I don't mean to offend people. I just want to be heard. It feels like I've been all on my own for most of my life. Even in my "parents" house, I had to fight every single battle. Even when I was 7, I took every blow alone. I'm sorry if I can't figure out what to change. Or how to get over it. Because watching people just have everything I've wanted, just makes it harder to be okay. The world isn't against me, I am. I cannot see things working out for me. I'm struggling so hard with normal everyday life, that I cannot see myself being able to handle much more. I need money, courtesy and someone to talk to.

I know things probably won't go as I wanted or expected, but I somehow manage to be okay. Thousands in debt at 22 and I haven't even been to college yet, have no one to go to when I need financial help and whatnot, I have a disgusting mental problem, my legs are shot and most things seem to always get worse. But I have my best friend, my sister, the only person who's always here for me. Yeah, I don't know if she's going to end up halfway across the U.S. somewhat soon or if I can become a better friend to her again, but she'll aways be my best friend and love me unconditionally. I want to keep trying to be everything she deserves and to succeed as soon as possible. I give her so many reasons to run the other direction, but she doesn't. I'm so lucky to have her in my life. I honestly don't know what else to be thankful for because all the good things have came from her. She makes them known and she makes them happen. She gives me reasons to keep going, no matter how hard it gets. I love her because of how much she believes in me. I want a family so much, but I have so much just because of her. And I have no clue why I'm crying. I'm just happy she's happy with me.