I’m not perfect, but I should be given a fair chance. 

I certainly hope it isn’t you. Because now it appears that I am nothing to you, like as if I never mattered, or even worse, never existed. I’ve lived without you before I met you, and I thought that since I know you now, my life has been better, but perhaps it hasn’t. Maybe I just kept telling myself that, hoping we could be together forever. Now I am trying to open my mind and see that I can be happy without you, in fact I will be. 

Fuck Minneapolis

and fuck the weather too. 

I have never been more confident in this. I asked my mom if I could move sooner. Since graduation is Wednesday, she said we can leave early as Thursday or Friday, since my dad is already living there. Or at least I can leave. I’m fucking leaving. 

Thank you http://cjoplin.tumblr.com

“Fuck ‘em.”

That should really be my attitude from now on. 

Fuck them, I just should worry about myself. 

I just can’t fucking wait to get out of here. To begin again, and have a fresh start. Nobody has to know me, and I don’t know them. None of it will matter. As some people may know that I am obsessed with the show LOST. When I first began to watch it, I thought about how much their life sucked, and how unfortunate that plane crash was. Now, the more I think about it, the more amazing that would be if that happened to me. I mean, do I really need this here? Does my past really matter? I just feel like every good thing that has ever happened to me is gone within the blink of an eye. I never get proper goodbye’s, and I never get second chances. Once something is gone, it’s gone for good. Now I want to be the one who’s leaving this all behind. 

What do you do when you want to make things right with somebody but you don’t even know where to begin?