I lose my way, and it's not too long before you point it out.

I cannot cry, because I know that's weakness in your eyes.
I'm forced to fake, a smile, a laugh, every day of my life,
My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with.

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I really don't fucking care about this not blogging thing right now, I have bigger things to care about than breaking my word about something that people probably don't even read anymore. And to be honest I've isolated myself enough this week.

I need to find a place to stay.
I don't know why I'm writing this here but I just need to say it, because I don't fucking know who to talk to about it seeing as everyone has better things to do tonight, and I don't mean that sarcastically or bitterly.

I don't know where the hell I'm supposed to go.

I won't ask anyone, because I've been so fucking selfish lately that I don't deserve to ask favours of anyone, but my wonderful mother has borrowed all of my money which means I can not afford a hotel.

I suppose I can survive in my room for the weekend and then I'll be away from Monday til Wednesday anyway.

After that I need to find a place to live.