The cocaine made different people. It was suppose to be fun. Its not anymore. I miss US.

When someone comes to the door I squeeze out the door so "the dog" can't get them. I don't have a dog.

I'm so ashamed of myself. I don't know why I do what I do. I should've never left therapy.

I was in an abusive marraige.. left a few yrs ago.. I have alot of people tell me Im pretty and a wonderful person but In still so weak.. I hate im that girl

I don't call your voicemail anymore. I write to you in my datebook. This gives me a little dignity since you won't even talk to me. I miss you.