Just added an entry but i'm adding another. I get so jealous, and I won't even let anyone know. I just keep it in, let heat, let it boil, let it spill out in every other action I take. I used to get excited. Now I just get tired. I want to move on, but instead I castrate myself with the past. I lie in bed, hoping I'm dead, but unable to do anything to help myself or hurt myself like I really want to. Pain is real, but this kind of pain sucks and sucks an eats my soul."Just the soul sucking jerk downstairs." ---- Soul Sucking Jerk by Beck