I never stop wanting

God, the days just run together. My concept of time is so way off.

It's October, I don't want it to be October. It'll be one year, on the 25th. I'm a mess just thinking about it. I just want to mean something to someone like I did before; instead of everyone else meaning everything to me.

I can't deal with this, I'm going to have a cigarette and further contemplate why I'm not satisfied. Ha. What a solution.

I need to stop making this blog a fucking diary, I'm pathetic. <3