High hopes.

It's really interesting to see how absolutely sad, clueless and lost some people are. 

How long will it take until you stop whoring yourself out? What will it take for you to stop waking up wanting to be high? When are you going to stop destroying yourself? Who really even knows you or your heart?I guess at this age, it's completely passed off as okay because it's youth, it's college, it's my parents don't care... wait, they never did. It absolutely breaks my heart. Maybe because there was a really low point in my life where I was that girl getting high every day. I was that girl who chose to be numb to everything real. I was that girl who knew she was making gigantic mistakes, who found it painful to look at her own reflection because it's too unfamiliar, ugly and disappointing. So when I see people who I have known, or might not even really know, who are completely buried in guilt, especially when they put on a facade, I feel for em, ya know? This isn't at all about me. Or self pity. Did I just make it go in that direction? Okay, I'm just saying, I know what it's like. And this is my way to express frustration and also distract myself from homework. Okay, well. My heart is really tender these days so it's just swollen emotionally, resulting in observations such as these. Thanks for the outlet blogger.