The youthful boy that was.

If your name's Marko Francisco, don't read my blog. You don't like it, remember?

I thought I'd kill some time, and post a blog. Fortunately, this one won't be as depressive as most.

Last night I did it. It wasn't done how I wanted it to happen, but it was relieving none the less. I asked Bethany what changed with her and I, and I got an answer. Sure, it wasn't the answer I expected, but it is better than I expected. Even before I got an answer, I felt lighter, and happy when I got the answer. I smiled, and for the second time since the eighteenth, I've fallen asleep happy.
Thank you, Bethany Hatchard.

To other news!
Some people sicken me. Their confidence in themselves is laughable, and the way they abuse and manipulate those around them is disgusting. They say they've changed for the better, but either nothing has changed, and they've just delved deeper into these habits. Muth know's who I'm talking about. If she's reading this: "Fuck you. Get your slimey paws out of my life, and the lives of those I care for. You've always been a selfish little whore, and you always will be. If I had my way, I'd crush your face in the door."

I feel like tea, and I need to buy more cereal. I might call Patrick and see if he's going to town today.

Uh, what else is there?
Oh,
To those who have been there for me over the past few months, I owe you all so much. It's thanks to these people, that I still breathe, and haven't given up. Things have been rough, but things are looking up from here on!

n__________n

SO MUCH LOVE.
<3