Messed up.

Dear Diary,

I've messed things up.

So fucking messed up that I don't even know what to do.

All the plans that I had, are all gone.

I'm struggling with school.

Thinking of my girlfriend.

Missing my boyfriend.

Actually, my life is so complete now.

I've got everything.

But why do I feel so messed up still?

Lazy to work for my only source of income.

Getting barely enough sleep for school.

Struggling..

Struggling hard.

Fuck shit.