about how typical everyone in my life is, about how often I convince myself that "this time is different" and you know what, it isn't. I'm so tired I can't barely open my eyes. I thought things would be different and I opened myself more and let people in, but it's not.
Just, really, if I could find a good thing about the way things are going right now, I would be the first to fucking tell you. It's not happening.
Bright side turned black.
I don't want to sound like a total cry baby but it's been a awhile since I've cried in bed.
In other news, Teddy Kennedy died and it's really bummed me out.
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