Archive for September, 2009

I Fuck Everything Up

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Why am i doomed to repeat everything?
whenever i have something good going for me i ALWAYS end up fucking it up. The blog just ended up fucking everything up even faster. It felt good getting everything off my chest but I can’t deal with the fall out. it’s too much.

Jilian i know michael will only give em so many chances. I’m lucky he’s given me so many.

My mind works weird. Michael’s hurt me already. i hurt him too but since i’m such a fucked up kid i figure hurt him before he hurts me. Michael i know you’ll never hurt me unless it’s for my own good but i’ve been hurt soo much in my short life that i can’t help but hurt you. I’m extremely sorry for that. you deserve better but i can’t be better. i’ve given you soo many chances to leave me yet you haven’t i don’t understand that.

Have you ever cheated? Now i can say yes, it was fun messing around with someone just for fun not having to expect a relationship from it but in the end it wasn’t worth it. It fucked up my life. Now I feel like crying but i can’t cause there’s no more tears to cry. There’s no one to hold me and tell me it’s going to be okay. It’s not going to be okay it will never be okay. i cheated. Twice. i deserve nothing. i deserve to die. i hate when people cheat. i could never understand why and i still don’t. for me it just sort of happened and now i wish it didn’t cause i may loose the only good stable thing in my life.

one thing i forgot to mention is that a girl who raised me named Christen is in Connecticut. She’s white trash now. her parents fear her sister amber might turn out to be like christen so they’re homeschooling her and have cut off most of her connection to the outside world. I’ve known amber since she was born and i fear for her well being but she’ll just have to deal with it cause i can’t do anything for her.

Also my cousin is going to have heart surgery. his heart is too big and his veins surrounding the heart are too small to support it. so the doctors are going to take a vein from his leg and use it for his heart. it’s a very risky surgery and he might not make it.

I’m really fucked up cause i could care less if he makes it or not. i know i’m going to hell for saying that. but really don’t. i only see him once a year and every time i see him he always has to start shit with me. so i don’t care if my 9 year old cousin xaziver lopez dies.

i don’t care if i drop dead one day. i would gladly love to. Every things just so fuck up. for this point there’s no where to go but down. i don’t want to hear how wrong i was doing everything. i know it’s wrong what i did but frankly i don’t give a shit. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore……..

i just give up……..

What Some Things Mean To Me?

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if you people truly knew me, truly knew what i’m feeling then you would understand why i do the things i do. i know i need to own up to my actions but you know what. i’m fucking scared to.

you wanna know what sex is to me? do you truly want to know want to know what phone sex, sexting, and just plain sex is to me?
it’s nothing. people have it. if i were to really have sex in real life i would want to have it with someone i care about. but i also just want to get sex over with. sex just complicates a relationship.

Sexting/ Phone sex means nothing to me cause its not real. it’s real when the person is right there with you. to me sexting is a way to pass the time. i know you’re probably like what the hell is wrong with you. well here’s the answer to that dumb ass question everything.

i don’t want kids because i just plain hate them. michael, you and i talk about starting a family all the time but you want to know what? i don’t believe in marriage and i hate kids.

kids again just complicate a relationship. sometimes i think it would be nice to have kids then i look in the mirror and remember i’m a product of unprotected sex. i wasn’t wanted. i was an accident. since i was an accident and my mom doesn’t believe in abortion she had me. yeah she says she loves me but if she truly loved me she would i don’t know. maybe stop by more, try to get involve with me more, or some shit like that. if a parent really cares about a kid they’ll show it. i refuse to turn out like my mum so i’m NEVER go to have kids. NEVER.

also marriage is just a piece of paper. if you truly love someone one you don’t need a piece of paper to prove it.

What I need To Get Off My Chest

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i have some things i need to say. i’m scared to say them but i feel if i do i might feel better.

i cheated. yes i have cheated. i’m sorry michael cause i know at some point you’ll read this cause i will ask you to. michael you’re the first guy i ever dated and i’m sorry for being curious. if it helps i only had sex while texting (sextexting) which i know is illegal. i’ve had it with kyle and a guy named jimi. i know you’re upset while reading this. i’m upset too. i’m upset with myself. i’m upset that i’m a lying cheating slut. you deverse soooo much better.

yess i want to start doing drugs or smoking. i don’t want an addiction i just want to try them. i know again something illegal but i don’t fucking care. i want to feel nothing anymore. drugs make you happy but fuck up your life. i just want to be happy screw life i don’t want mine. Jilian i sit soo much to ask for you not to call michael every time i ask something of you that you don’t like? i know you care about me and i thank you for that. you care more for me than i do myself.

i’m very fucked up and ready to go but i promised i wouldn’t but you know what i can’t keep a promise to myself. i can make soo many promise and within an hour i’ve broken all of them. my depression is soo much worse that i can not even begin to describe it.

I’m scared to say i love you a lot of the time. i mean it half the time i say it. half the time only because when i say i love you to my family i never mean it. sometimes i talk to strangers because i don’t want the people around me who live near me to know what i’m feeling. apparently i’m not in charge of my mental health anymore blake is and blake if your reading this you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.

i don’t believe in myself cause there is nothing to believe in. yeah my grandma says i’m going places. the only place i see myself going is a grave and that thought brings me happiness cause when your dead you don’t feel anything your just dead.

even though i’m told i have people who care about me i still feel alone every single day.

i’m not beautiful, pretty, smart, cute. i’m none of that crap. what i am is a fucked up teen who was never wanted. get it straight people.

i will never learn for my mistakes. i don’t think i ever will. i’m doomed to repeat.

at some point very day i look at something and imagine me killing myself with it. that’s how fucked up i am. yeah i need help but know what if i go to a doctor all they will do is over analyze me, but me in a hospital, drug me up and make me think i’m happy.

people don’t know me and this blog proves it.

i wish i could cry. i feel good when i cry. but i can’t cry. it’s weakness to me. i also have no more tears to cry for that matter.

if i could take back everything i wouldn’t cause i’ll just end up the way i am now.

if you don’t like whatever.

this is how i am. learn to love it even if i can’t

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