I just can't make things right.

"Sometimes, when I catch myself staring at you, I feel like I'm kind of turning into you; because you're so beautiful I forget to breath..."

And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting lonely” (like Radiohead); it’s “lonely, lonely”, like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder.

- Chuck Klosterman

I repeat.

Sometimes I forget to breathe.

And when I realize, it's like I can't catch it.

My chest is so tight. I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe.

I was supposed to go to bible study tonight, but my chest was so so tight I decided to stay home. It got worse. My cousin/youth minister thinks I'm faking I think.

And while trying to fix my moms computer, I didn't save all her pictures and music. Ugh. I feel so bad. How am I supposed to sleep tonight?

Sometimes I just want to tell people the truth. That the pain you feel on your worst day is the pain I feel every day. Think about how my bad days feel.

But no one believes me really.

So why bother.