Hollywood's Story.

It seems that all I’m actually good at is crying. It feels like I’m nothing to you, that the only time you pay attention or ever need me is when you need money. I want to be able to love you and hold you and all that other shit. But it seems like the only thing you want from me is money, only money. You use me like I’m so goddamn doorknob or something. Honestly? I thought I was worth more. I thought I was going to be worth it. That you’ll see some kind of potential in me, but here I am, I am proven wrong.

I’ll love to say I love you, but now, I don’t even think I can get the words out of my mouth. My throat closes up, and my hearts tells me I’ll be lying. I think it could be an end, where we just can’t be with each other. Friends or not, I’m officially done. I’m going home now, the place I’ve always dreaded. You can stop me, but I know you won’t.

And the days of you and I are gone. No goodbyes were said, and no hellos were exchanged. I miss you, a lot. It kills. It’s the truth, what I’m saying, I cared too much, and I’m here, in the middle of a hurricane. I screwed up my life, but one thing for sure. Liars go to Hell, like your “friend”. Compare me to her, I’m God.

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 The days when summer was still alive. The days when I couldn’t be more than happy. It was too good to end. And now, we go back on Wednesday, where there’s gonna be more drama then ever. Is this life?

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Who the eff are you?

I’m done trying. You don’t care, and I won’t either. Ever since I heard about it, my hopes fell, and my heart broke. I won’t cry tonight, but I’ll cry in the morning. I don’t need you, or maybe I do. But for now, I’ll die in depression. This is like an elevator, and I’m stuck on the 13th floor, and I can’t get out. You control this elevator, can you help me too?

I’m counting down the days til I leave. 2 more days. This month has gone by fast. Good-bye China, see you in 2 years…

Today… was a pretty good day(:

One of my biggest dreams is to have someone call me and ask “Is this Crystal?” and I say “No. This is PATRICK.” and hang up.