So I thought I was fine. Now what the fuck.

I’m not quite sure what to believe, I kind of feel…well, dead inside? I’m not sure what my purpose is exactly, and I haven’t figured it out yet. Work work work is what I’ve consumed my life in, and I’m always alone. Was this how it was supposed to be? Me completely by myself every day %95 of the time? I don’t think so…so why did I set myself up for failure?

I need to shape the fuck up, and own up to my actions. I’m sorry and if only wishes were real, I’d start it over and fix it. Though I can’t I can only admit my wrong doings and tell you I’m sorry. I miss you. And I hope one day we can…i don’t know. What I really mean to say, is all I really hope for is your happiness, because that’s all that really ever mattered to me. <3pie