I know everyone saw the last entry and was like whatever, you don't need him in your life, but the thing is I DO! I attached myself in a matter of a half an hour, and I didn't want to let go. I still don't want to let go. I still want him to give me massages and come pick me up at school and take me to the woods with him. GOD. WHY IS LIFE SO STUPID AND POINTLESS, MEDOCERE AND RIDCULOUS. I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING. It's just not right for god to keep playing with me like this. I trust him, and I know he's only doing what's right, but wow, I wanted brooks in my life. I wanted him in my life like juliet needed romeo in her life after the first hour they met. It's not fair. I know if I kill myself he won't follow, but I'm always under the impression that it can't hurt to try. Once again, I've just imprisoned myself in a world full of guilt and sadness and sorrow. Once again, I sit here feeling sorry for myself when what I should be doing is calling him. BROOKS JONES BROOKS JONES BROOKS FUCKING JONES. Oh how I loathe the name.