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| My life seems a little empty.
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| Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. I'm drunk, and the truth comes out. All my "close friends" don't give a fuck and you know what? lol. I don't either. You think I need you? Because I don't, and to be quite honest, you can fuck me too. This is the line that I've drawn. I'm tired of everyone else that we used to know and the person that everyone thinks I used to be. Fuck it all. I'm tired of playing games. I'm tired of being like you guys. I'm tired of it all. This is me. I'm sorry to disappoint.
So forget me because in time, I'll forget you.
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| I am not okay. I've been trying so hard to completely forget and move on, but it's not working. lol. I understand that abusing substances and people are only temporary fixtures... obviously. I need therapy and a lot of counseling, but I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to remember.
*sigh* oooh, what a tragic my life has become. Sometimes I wish I was one of those starving kids in Africa because then I'd realize how grateful it is simply to be living. Unfortunately, I am the product of today's society: spoiled, bratty, and unappreciative. blah blah blah.
He calls me still, but I haven't picked up since. He messages me still, but I don't respond. So every time I'm beginning to be alright again, I'm not.
Why does it still hurt so badly?
I'm not okay.
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| I just pray that one day I'll accidently take one too many sleeping pills, one too many drinks... and all my problems will be solved.
I should get life insurance soon.
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| Oh... it's like a breath of fresh air. Have I learned though?
Even after everything, I, unfortunately, still love him... like I always have time after time.
And you say to me, "He's not good for you." Say it to me every day, and don't leave me.
Fucking Joe. Why can't I get away? It's no use dating me, because you'll be rebound, but I need a friend.
On a brighter note, I have a bottle of wine. | | |
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