Why must I question?

Feeling: depressed
What am I doing? Why am I setting myself back up to hurt him? That's all I ever do to ppl now. I hurt them. Damn it! Why must I munipulate ppl!? I had one weird ass dream. O_O It scared me. I mean, dreaming about puking is not something I like to dream about. And it wasn't even one of my friends! WTF?! o_O Yeah...weirded out! Yeah...sitting here half naked and alone. Why can't I find what I want? Do I just want to be happy? Do I just want to feel loved? I already am. I don't know what to do anymore. What is my mind telling me? WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY DAMN QUESTIONS?! Kari Here I am Once again I'm torn into pieces
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Meh.

Cheer up, girl.
[Anonymous]
I hate questions. yeah ... I felt like saying something ...

Aimee
that's just the way life is to us teenagers...we're victims...