Notes

I don't know anymore. I'm pretty sure I love Harley. I think. It's hard for me to know what I'm feeling. I don't think anyone understands that though. I'm expected to know what I'm feeling. I lie. All the time. Even when I don't need to. I still do. Nobody knows me for me. Honestly, Harley knows the basics of me, but not all of it. I try not to let people know the whole of me, so it's easy to let them go if I need to. I'm going to be completely honest on this. No one's going to see it, hopefully, so there's no point in lying. I'm disappointed in myself. I can't do anything right. I try to lose weight, but when I tell myself not to eat, I end up binge eating later in the night. Back to matters with Harley. I do think that if she left me, I would be able to survive. My life isn't based off of them. Sure, she's a big factor right now, but I bet they'll leave me. Sooner or later, they're going to realise that she can get way better than me. I really don't care. I annoy people, I know. I can't control it. It's just how I am. ikkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk