ever since my sketchbook got destroyed with everything in it, i've been trying to build up my new one. instead i feel like i'm just producing a lot of fail. i just want to be loved. im tired of absolutely everything i say being undermined. i have feelings just as real as yours, and for gods sake just because i'm not physically dying does not mean they aren't worth anything. i just miss you, and i miss everything for it was the happiest time of my life. nothing worked out as planned. i also like two boys, that couldn't give me the time of day. im drowning.