I've tried.

The hours from days to weeks clash into each other.
I never really even care what day it is, it's not like I have any plans.

                    

I know my friend tried to put up listening to these endless depressing rants of my life.
She told me to get a blog and left also.

Being happy is nice for a few moments, I mean those day when you feel your heart physically bursting through your ribs. 

But that's not what life is, life is getting yourself out of holes.

I'm still in a few.

Depression. (obv.)

Eating disorders.

Self doubt.

Being undeniably in love with you.

That's defiantly a problem. 

Well I've left after you began loving my old friend to.

Incase you didn't notice.

I've tried getting over you like you me. But no other guys ever fill your space quite right. 

Michael came close but no, no, no never the same.

I know I can't have another you.

I just want that feeling again.

Any feeling. I'm still broken.

I've tried everything.

I've tried making fun of it, and listening to happy music it only seems to worsen it. 

I've tried focusing on other parts of life but you always need black in the picture.

I've tried to sleep away the days, I've tried to eat away my feelings,

that makes me a whole lot rotten worse.

I've tried and I'm tired of the tired. 

Let me be myself again.

I hate this. I hate you. I hate my body. 

I hate trying. 

I've tried to scare away the tired feelings also.

Nothing works.