I thoroughly enjoy how people that have known me for oh so long find it most convincing to believe that i'm a lying psycho bitch. If there's anything that would be known about me to anyone to claims to know me- it's that i'm a super fucking honest person- and i would never make up crazy lies about shit. Ugh. How annoying.
I find myself crying hysterically and cursing the world for everything that engulf my mind and makes me feel unhappy. why can't i for once just settle and be happy. why does my mind eventually always get the best of me.