Oh my god, it's just so much pain. He called and effectively kept repeating for an hour how sorry he is and so on and on and on and on.
I'm meeting with mr. Jones in less than an hour and i'm drunk and (i wish) all cried out. Don't really know what to do right now. A part of me just wants to jump out of the window and just end this pain. He said he was sorry but i just think he was waiting for me to end the call - which i ultimatly did - Drama queen, always was, always will be; apparently.... this time i'm coming down
Doesn't feel that good really, i would like to be anything but a dramaqueen.
He has somebody else, met her 2 weeks ago, so now he realised that he dosn't need me hanging on anymore.
'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead
It's just so fucked up to be so sad.
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse

I wish somebody could help