Things are continuously getting worse.
Have I done something wrong?
I had Sharron call me last night, all concerned.. thinking I was ending it.. not to lie, I was considering it again. :/
Billys going into hospital for a few weeks soon. He's. My reason for living.. he doesn't pull through.. neither will I.
I hate blogging, I feel like a whiney bitch. But its better than talking to someone who just tells you to stay on the brightside, or look after yourself.
Theres no brightside.
I will not look after myself.
One more thing goes wrong.
Its over.
I'm gone.
I hope your happy now God. You wanted me to suffer. You've got it now. Right infront of you.
