no its not ok anymore.

she is killing me with her little this and thats. i cant take it anymore. i just cant.

drinking myself to sleep probably would work now. so thats what im doing. while doing that, im reading what i wrote before in my so called "book" or journal. also reading previous post i posted on lj, my previous blog place.

confused i am. i hate being this way and yet i somehow make myself feel this way. can i please go now, directly where i am suppose to go in the after life. please.

thoughts of you keep running through my head. it is like a film that would just repeat itself. over and over again. that is how much i miss you.

its cold. i just want someone to talk to right now.

rick.