I just noticed that you were looking at my online photo albums. It must really kill you, seeing this big, happy, close group of people who have so much fun together, and knowing that you were once part of this. You were only a part of this because you were my girlfriend, and everyone tolerated you out of respect for me. Now, you have no friends and no one likes you. Look at my pictures until your eyes bleed. It makes me happy knowing that you will probably cry when you think of the good times and great friendships you're missing out on.

[I would end my days with you]

I breathe through my nose everytime you're around

Where the fuck do these years keep going?

I was so close today. I'm terrified.

Share your every thought with me. I promise I won't say a word

I hate working. I don't hate my job, but i hate the fact that i have to have one. My room is cold as hell. My entire house is cold as hell. I hate living here. I hate the voice that i just heard outside my door, because i know he's going to be knocking on it in about15 seconds. I hate typing. I love seclusion.

I'm alone, and I'm loving it.

I have problems. That statement would be true if you took off the "s" at the end. I have problem. I have a problem. I fear that you stumble upon my words one day and make it worse. This secret can't get out. IT CAN'T GET OUT. I hope it doesn't. I hate my house right now. I hate the people in it. I want to be alone and not listen to people bitch. I want to be alone and not hear that gay music. I want to be alone and not be bothered by annoying voices and drunk people yelling about shit that I don't care about. I want to be alone and not deal with people talking to me so god damn much. I want to be alone without people coming into my room and asking dumb questions like "Josh, why don't you hang out with us anymore? Josh, why are you so anti-social?" Because of you. The answer to every question you could ever ask me. You. That's it. Roll it up and smoke it, bitch. It's called truth. Of course i know it hurts...........(it(was(meant(to))))

Why do you say things like that to me? I often wonder why you even have a voice.

Flattering yourself should be a sin. It should be illegal.

(your scars make you ugly)