Monday

Today I guess wasn't the best, I went in the restroom and lost it, for I don't how many fucking times already. I turn the tv off because I want to hear nothing of Terri Schiavo, it reminds me of my uncle. I run because I do not want to look at my past, it stalks me like a killer, those memories. I would do anything to see my best of friends, just to have a good time again. I've lost hope for the rest of my life right now, but I wake up and hope for the best.