I’m the biggest hypocrite. I’ve always said that I’ve never met anyone who isn’t important, but then I took a good look in the mirror. I’m so unimportant. If I died I’m pretty sure very few people would care. The ones that did would probably forget eventually. One day in gonna say “No I’m not okay” and no ones gonna know what to do. I’ve tried to be a rock for everyone for too long. And I can’t talk to anyone about it because I’m the strong one, and no one will know what to do.
I’m currently at work. I tried to work effectively and productively but there’s always this type of people that making everything last minute. What’s so important that you got to finish your candy “fucking” crush, than helping me making a minute, finish the report?
Yeah, fuck you with your rant “Ohhhhhh, I’m so busy, didn’t anyone know that I’m soooooooooooo busy” F.U.C.K YOU
You’re a fucking piece of shit. I get home and the first thing I hear is my dad yelling because it took me too long to come home. He fucking hit me. So if you think your fucking time is more important than mine, your ass better think again. I’m tired of waiting for you every damn time I come over. Have a little fucking respect. You’re caught up doing your fucking hair when I’ve told you about 7 goddamn times I need to fucking go. LISTEN BITCH WHEN I TELL YOU SOMETHING. STOP BEING SO DAMN SELF
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After finally getting over a long, tough break up, I’m finding it all too easy to cut someone very important out of my life completely. I feel like I could never talk to any of my friends or family again and within a few months, I’d feel perfectly fine with it. I could make new friends and then disappear again whenever I needed to. I don’t know who I am anymore. I feel so detached from who I was and what I thought human emotion was supposed to be. After losing someone I loved, love, friendship,
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