I wish I would've known that this was my last chance to see you.
I wouldn't have been in such a rush.
I would've said I love you
one last time,

Hello blogspot. Do you remember me? For I've long forgotten you. But tonight I'm feeling morose. sad. lonely. stupid. And on this night I wish to chat. I'm no longer the child I once was. I hope that's okay. My tone will be decidedly different. More mature? No, I'm still the whiny bitch I've always been.
You see, when I turned 25 I still had hopes of marriage. family. happiness. But then I turned 30 and realized the cold truth. I'm unlovable. ugly. hopeless. It hurts to see it in print. It hurts to type those words even tho my mind has been whispering them for a year now. Even now I hate these tears that only prove my weakness.
But, the hour is late and I must away. I find comfort in the dark abyss that is my sleepless nights.