damn.

amanda is one tired girl right now.

my wrists feel like they could just drop off & die any moment now. see the sacrifice i make to type out my posts.

my ankle is dead. my head hurts. my eyes are half shut. i cant think.

the main point? amanda is quite about dying.

its back to school kids.

with everything as about screwed up as i left it before the holidays. they say it takes time, & all time does now is making every other thing that can go wrong, go extremely extremely wrong.

i wish someone would tape the way i act around _________ & ________. then i could grab some popcorn & a few friends and laugh my ass off at the absolute fake way i behave.

its so hard to keep believing her lies. & for the other kid, its so hard to keep believing she isnt lying.

oh the irony.

& then there's _________.

all he's capable of is making me feel guilty to the core.