i hate who i am.
i hate what i do
to myself and everyone around me.
I’m so fucking fake. im an awful asshole to my family, but only because i feel like they deserve it.
i hate hanging out with my friends unless my boyfriend is there.
why? because i hate fucking drama.
also; i hate never being able to be part of the conversations that are happening. i mean, sometimes i am included, and i talk and i laugh and its all jolly, but i swear people, 75% of the time i’m just fucking staring out the widow or picking at my nails. dont get me wrong, you’re good company but shit; include me.
but its okay, im probably just too much of a fuckin martyr so thats why im staring out the window all the time…. thats it.
also, i would absolutely LOVE to party! i would love to not have a goddamn care in the world and go out and drink and smoke and party and not care about what happens. but i cant. and i distance myself from you so you dont make me want to ruin my already pathetic life.
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME??
i mean, fuck.. what the fuck went wrong?
why am i so crazy and depressed and just gvreonbolnfewajol…..
seriously!! right now, i’m fucking CRYING over the fact that the last thing i told my boyfriend was ‘i love you too’ and he hasnt said anything back to me., but i dont want to text him back, because is that me being to clingy? will he just think im a crazy ho?? shit i probably am… i cry over him alot. i cry because he can do so much better than me. and the moment he realizes it, im gone.i mean.who would want me when they can have better?
im wasting away. i spend my days eating junk food watching tv. occasionally driving somewhere because driving fast while listening to music makes me happy. it makes me feel better.
i hope i die in my fuckin’ sleep. i dont deserve life. and everyone would just be relieved if i did die.
…there i go being a fucking martyr again…. fuck me.