the things that people continue to ask me e v e r y single day making me feel like more of a f**lure.

it's something new everyday that turns that beautiful spring weather into cloudy, dark, cold weather. .. i'm taking these steps forward just to get hit in the face and fall twenty-seven steps backwards. all i wanna do is fix things. yet i have no tools to repair the damage i have created. another door just closed in my life that i was trying so hard to keep open. 

even after the "i'm sorrys" and other forms of apologies nothing seems to go right. i've been referred to as a "roller coaster you can't get off of" . .. . are my actions and words that f u c k e d up? is karma telling me to get my shit together? maybe so0o.. i'll try to close the amusement park due to complaints.

school isn't working.. .. i'm officially back to having no sort of income. i owe my friends tons of money because they're constantly helping me out. i have no answers to my questions of why i continue to f*il.. 

we live in a fucked up world. so when i'm upset and stressed i get fucked up more.

i'm drowning in an ocean of stars.. someone be my lifeguard.

officially: s t r e s s e d out