Here I am again..one year later.
I need to be studying for my test that i have tomorrow night, so I came home earlier from work and instead I got into a fight with Greg about not sealing envelopes sent in a package. I'm tired of these stupid fights. I pick them. In all honesty, it's not that big of a deal, but I pay attention to detail and it bothers me. He could care less. I've been really emotional lately and of course...its that time again. Is this what is going to happen for the rest of my life? I hate that it's been almost 2 years now. It's not fair. No one will ever understand. I've decided I'm not okay and I do need help. I want to run away. I'm not a good person; I know this. What is a girl to do? I still hate that I'm alive and my dad is gone.
I need an escape.