Basically if no one comes over I think I’m going to spend the entire night crying
I made a right fucking mess of things.
It’s sad when you realize that you have no one to talk to except for a blog on the internet that can’t talk back and no one cares about.
If you get hurt reading this shit, well it’s your own fault.
This shit isn’t designed for you. If you choose to read it bear the consequences.
I’ve tried this really shitty thing called ‘trusting’ people. And I swear to you, every single time, it comes back to hit you in the face.
Even the people you thought you could trust the most turn out to be complete fucking cunts.
And no, its not okay to take your anger out on other people.
Honestly, the one person that I though under stood, knew how I felt, turns around and thinks they have the right to judge me. No. You have no right. So you can just fuck off and I will never bother you with personal shit again.
You know every things pretty shit when your ……… annoys the fucking mind out of you. I go through these stages where is like, no, fuck off, don’t speak to me, don’t look at me, every time you breathe I want to punch something.
Spending so much time together without a break is driving me fucking insane. I need a break from you, you bore me, you copy things I do, there is nothing interesting about our relationship anymore. We don’t even laugh without it being forced anymore.
I specifically hate it when people tell me what I’m doing. Saying ‘oh, but you’re doing this or that aren’t you?’ makes me mental. No, you have no idea what I’m doing, you have no right to know. You don’t decide what I do, I decide what I do. You don’t get to tell me what I get to do. fuck.
i was watching glee right and Rachel’s dream is to go to this really good Broadway school and she had to audition to get in and it was really really hard and she had been practicing for months
and she chocked and forgot the words and the judge didn’t give her a second chance and basically her dream failed
and i was like: fuck
what if i fail and i never move to America and i stay at food land for the rest of my life
it was so bad and she was crying and i almost started crying because
what do you do when your dream fails, ya know?
messsy ^
I will never call my children fat. Ever.
