AllisonSamantha5432

I have real friends now, more real than you ever were to me. Finally in a circle where we all are appreciated. Yet you seem to sense my happiness, and after months of pure solitude you're at my doorstep. Trying to drag me back in. Sorry honey but I know better by now, wont fall again for your old tricks. I see them more in a month than I've seen you in seven years. Seven long years of your hurt. Now it's your turn to feel the way I did. Ignored, hurt, must I go on? You only used me as a way to make yourself feel better. But not anymore. I belong somewhere now. I am wanted.

I'm just never online anymore, and when I am it's only to check my messages and stuff (I'm already 20 days late on checking some). I dunno, I've just been busy and depressed more often since My Chemical Romance broke up. I'll try and get active like normal soon.

I just want to get my thoughts somewhere...No one minds my stuff anyway but again, don't worry about this don't mind it, whatever. I'm just gonna use this as like a diary in a poetic way. Knowing him for almost a year, no I THOUGHT I knew him... An average, 16 year old boy, nothing weird about that. Someone who had some troubles at home... "Some"...yeah, I was way off. I go on a trip with him, he opens up to me. Showed me the scars on his arm, told me about his drug addiction and his year in rehab. All the things his parents had said, his adoptive parents, that is. I don't know what to think, he understands, he helps. All he thi