Fall in love. Fall in lust. Fall to pieces.

I hate how I let every little small stupid thing seep into my skin. I wish I were tougher, like my parents, like my friends. I’m way too sensitive and I hate it. I feel sorry for things I probably shouldn’t even feel sorry about, so it’s like, at any given time, I feel sorry for at least some thing.

How pathetic.

I just want to stay in this room forever and never come out. I have a a bathroom filled with toiletries and a faucet for water. I could probably survive for a few weeks.

I could be like that guy who didn’t eat or drink anything but water for several months. Maybe then my family would stop talking about how I need to start losing more weight.

I just feel like crying.