I'm Paul I'm 21, I love People and I love the University of Virginia.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Drinking for the 5th night in a row.
Lonely doesn’t begin to describe the feeling.
I’ve got to stop drinking.
Reading a book for the first time in forever and I’m feeling convicted.
I think each day I hit a new low? Seems that way at least.
I think about you often. It’s been about 18 months, and instead of avoiding my thoughts and feelings I’m fighting them daily. I realize I get sad more often than not but at least I’m fighting. It has taken every ounce of me to fight for freedom, but I’m getting there.
It’s a shitty feeling when your best friend thinks/knows he’s better than you and makes sure you know it. Not intentionally but he does. Sucks man.
I’VE MISSED KATE’S BRAUTIFUL FACE!