my life is so tiring. very old. jeremy is gone. i have no one. i don't really miss him. he's a selfish little boy. my parents keep saying to hold on, that when i go to my new school i'll make friends and right myself. if this depression is cyclic and uproots me each year, what am i to do when i need to support myself? i am a young adult and to depend on school friends and "the right atmosphere..." it's ridiculous.
percia was right, jeremy was too wrapped up in his own garbage to care about me. he's so confused right now, he doesn't know his elbow from his ass. but knowing that he's having a hard time doesn't make me feel better. he can commune with his depressive-stupid-cutter friends and bemoan how AWFUL it was to be straight, but he TOLD me he loved me more that boy he's with. but whatever. i'm just ranting. this is my space to, isn't it?
if i saw him again, i guess i would roll my eyes, but i kind of feel bad about the route he's going, i mean, it's sad to see him cut and shit, cause that means he'll probably do drugs and become an alcoholic and try to kill himself. and really, my brother's the one who thinks that'd be funny, not me. i dunno.
