I need to start taking pictures again. I forgot how much I loved it, and honestly, how good at it I am. There's one skill I can have that no one can take from me. I hate doing things and not succeeding, I succeed at this ( Read more... )

The next time you fucking bitch me out I will be out of your house, don't even fucking worry about it. If I'm such a fuck up why am I even worth the breath on this earth.

Why the FUCK do I even bother thinking I can talk to you. Let alone do it. I cannot stand you. Friends will be damn hard work I don't feel like putting in the effort. EVER. It's next to impossible. Every single time I fucking talk to you I get angry and I hate you. I HATE YOU I HATE YOU.

I thought this was going to be something worth trying, someone worth my time, something worth my emotions. I think I subconsciously seek out assholes, it's like a trait that if it does't exist I reject a guy immediately and stick him in my friend corner. I just want so badly to be wanted and accepted for who I am ( Read more... )

I don't want to get hurt again but it's only been three days and I can feel my heart breaking into pieces. I like to think I can go on without attachments, but when it comes down to it, it's easier said than done. My head is going insane. I see what I want and it's within reach but I just wish I knew what was going on. I'm overreacting. I know I am ( Read more... )

I am
so
surprised
.

he
admitted
it
.

I told.
I told I told I told I told I told I told I told.

Tomorrow the person I've wanted to love me again for so many years will hate me.

I'm beginning to wonder what's right and what's wrong these days.
Was I right? I think I was wrong.

I am so unhappy here.

I am so much stronger than I thought.

life is just, perfect.

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.