  --> Sometimes, I fear for my sanity. Sometimes, I wonder, why do I save these things? [Why do I linger on the horrid events, the splintered past? ] Sometimes, I am able to realize this is my life; but am I ready to deal with it? + + + + + Him: What?
Me: Who knows. Him: I do, actually. Him: You ate way too much, Him: Feel like shit Him: Don’t want to go to school tomorrow. Him: Failing classes, didn’t do any homework. Him: No guys. Him: Want me to stop? Him: .... Me: You’re forgetting the part about me wanting Vicodin and alcohol really bad. Him: Ooooh, yes, how could I? Him: But I think I summed it up pretty well. Him: But lets generalize from Vicodin to painkillers. Him: Shall we? Me: Fuck you. ^I'm so glad that chapter has concluded. I'm so glad I've convinced myself to change. 
