I just want to have a husband and some babies so that I can tell myself I am happy, because then I will have all that I want.
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just to real, there's just so much that time cannot erase.
There is not much that I want, so why can't I have it?
Oh god, I am crying so hard I feel like I will faint of vomit, or both.
Everyone's life is getting better without me. *sob*sob*hyperventilate*
Yes. This is my pathetic journal. This is my pathetic life.