Alphonze526

Even though its only the third entry I'm pretty much here to say that I'm going to try to move on. As much as I think about it and how hard its gonna be its pretty much the only thing I can do. It hurts just to look at everything every waking moment and think of you. How I can't be with you. How you probably don't wanna be with me. So here is where I draw the line. I'm not forgetting you because I don't want to and never will. I'm moving on so I can actually get out of my house of my own will. It works out anyway, right? You could live a lovely life with Ray and do the thing that you two have always talked about. Always remember that I'll

This "journal" entry is for anyone to read I suppose since I have to leave it public anyhow so the one person I REALLY want to read it can if she even sees this somehow. So, fuck. Here I go. So its been a tough couple of months. I've gained some weight, lost a few friends of my own accord and kept myself secluded inside my room for the most part. Guess super anxiety has the opposite affect on me than most people, about that eating thing I mean. At least from my guessing. I've walked by your music shop but never looked in. I still don't know if you care for me or not because of the lack of contact which has been forced upon us. I've also mad