Once again I find myself groveling. Begging for someone to care, to notice me, to want me. Sitting here alone day after day, nothing seeming to ever change at all. After spending this Halloween crying my eyes out, feeling sorry for myself, and generally hating my own existence, I think I might've just hit it. That sweet spot that feels sooooooo good once you reach it. When your despair does a summersault and turns your pain into action. When you decide, you know what? FUCK THIS SHIT. Yeah. I think I just got there. I'm not going to be a whiny little pathetic, scared pussy anymore. It's gross and lame and I'm fucking over it.
