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Oct. 13th, 2011 | 11:49 am
location: mother's house
mood: apatheticapathetic

Still alive, yes. Blaming my Tumblr and sixwordstories addictions for the lack of actual updates.
So I live with my mother now, back in the bedroom I had when I was fifteen, with Fall Out Boy stickers all over the furniture and a window so dirty on the outside I can barely see out of it. I... don't know how long I've been back, actually; I'm kind of hazy when it comes to time. It's been weeks, anyway.

I think it's going well. We fight, but we laugh more.

I spend most of my time now worrying about the problems of my friends: drug addictions, physical abuse, on-again-off-again boyfriends, self-harm, attempted suicide. There's always drama, and I could count the number of friends I'm close to on one hand easily.

Also, I put my relationship on an indefinite hiatus, which means I tried to break up with him and he point-blank refused to give up on me, which, uh. :| Yes, I am a pushover.

I should start over with everything. I want to start over with everything. I don't know why it's so difficult.

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