I was never happy with you. I was just less pissed off. I'm done sticking up for you. I hate you just as much as everybody else.

Who would have thought? It sucks that you read this stupid thing, or I would probably write all that gushy, happy stuff I'm feeling. Just know you're pretty good for me.

Here comes that feeling I thought I'd forgotten.

Everybody play the tuff guy till' shit pop off.




Don't expect shit when you can't even reply to a text message.
I have this nasty taste in my mouth because for some reason
I chewed my Advil when I went to swallow it.
I'm losing my mind.

What a nice weekend.

I smoked. Read my entry before. Realized I need to shut the fuck up.

"Some people are difficult to deal with. You may have noticed this. You may even have lately begun to feel as if your world is full of examples. Might this be because you, too, are not always easy-going? You may have a very affable air but your likes and dislikes are strong and intense. You soon become defensive when these are challenged or when you are kept apart from your preferences. Make some allowance now for another person's difficult behaviour. Hopefully, someone else, in turn, will extend the same courtesy to you. "




My horoscopes amaze me sometimes, how on point they are. 

It really is hard to find good people. People that make it possible for you to overlook their imperfections and love them for who they are. I try to see the very best in people, I really do..but lately I've been let down so much, every person is just a test of my patience. Last night was HORRIBLE. Let me say it again, HORRIBLE. pffff. My two "best friends" were more concerned about taking a fucking bath together than me crying in a room by myself. Keenyn doesn't give a fuck anymore. Terry didn't give a fuck..never did..he's proved that by now. Rachel was only concerned with getting the opposite sex's attention. And fucking Asap, duuuuude fuck you. You will never have my full energy, ever. Today isn't much better, getting left alone..on Easter. I want to die sometimes. Most of the time. I truly believe my non existence would hardly be noticed. Wanting to believe the best about people doesn't make it true.