Day 87

I hate it. I hate him. I hate myself. I hate her. I hate Leslie, I hate Selena, I hate all the girls that are so much better than me in his life. Please god let me just get away from them all. I miss him so much, I can feel it tearing me apart from the inside. Maybe that's why I tear me apart on the outside. It only seems fitting. Herion. Herion and my best friend. Herion and my best friend on Monday. Thank god I have something to look forward too. Because otherwise I don't think I could last much longer. I want to die.