hope things are better

hopefully when this gets to me, things are better. i'm sick of school...sick of freelance...sick of love. at the time of writing this i'm not even sure what love is anymore. she left last night, and i may not see her again for another year. 12 months. i am finished with caring about people that will never be with me, doing things to impress people i dont give two shits about, worrying about how i look, what i'll say, what i'll do tomorrow. i want to cry more than anything but no matter how hard i try, it just stays inside and i just sit here...emotionless. no release, no relief. just me. today is my birthday...happy birthday. i hopefully graduated a month ago...congratulations. i hope things are better when i read this...