Basketball
Nutella
I miss it.
Kinda... I mean... now I don't take a knife to my wrist. And I know that that's not even that bad. I know that my life isn't that hard. I know that it's not over either. I don't want it to be over for a while, but for a big chunk of time there, I did. Now I'm just dead inside (to be expected, explain later).
Sometimes I just wish people would tell me what they think of me. It's harder to not know. Not because I'm some attention craving bitch who thinks everything is about herself, but I don't understand how people don't get that I love people even if they hate me. I get that I'm annoying, if you ask my friends, they'll tell you. I acknowledge it a lot.
I'm not ok though.
I'm not.
