just when it seems like i can get mark off of my mind... he comes creeping right back in and i hate it. ive been having dreams about him. and i'll be so happy for a week or so, then i go right back to hating life. it's so hard, and i dont understand it at all. i dont wanna be here, i dont wanna live anymore. but for some reason, God has a purpose for me. i just wish i knew what it was. i cry myself to sleep every night. i always down myself on either how i look, how much i weigh, or my past. i feel like im never going to be good enough for anyone. mostly because of my past. i need help. end of story.
goodnight.
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