— Ughhh feeling so lost. I just wanna leave and never come back. This is the worst that I’ve ever screwed up in my life. How the fuck am I supposed to fix this??
Crying or trying to “get my feelings out” won’t help at this point. Why the fuck did I do this to myself…? It was so EASILY avoidable too…
I’m a big fat fuck up. I’m sorry Ma and Daddy…for everything…
— I fucking hate PMS. I feel like I’m always crying about something. Literally. This is the 3rd time I’ve cried today. Wtf. Stop.
Not that it’s uncalled for though…my brother is a fucking asshole.
— My life is boring as fuck.
I want something really exciting to happen. I don’t know exactly what I want, but I want it to be unexpected. Or maybe, I want it to be something I expect for days, get really excited for it, then experience it and have an amazing time, and then have days afterwards that I wish to relive it all again. I don’t know, something to get the adrenaline flowing. Everything’s been so lazy and boring, and my life has been on a set pattern for weeks of just sleeping, eating, tetris, and tumblr. Like, I’m so fucking bored, I don’t know what to do with myself, I just sit here all day. And I hate it.
— Wtf? I’m sorry, but this is not okay.
Really, for so many years you say we’re all close and shit, but you haven’t thought to check up on me once, or comment on ANYTHING of mine or even TRY to make conversation. I see you strike up conversation with the rest of the gang, why not me though? You even went so far as to call me your best friend. Hah! What best friend?? When they say best friends last forever, I used to believe that, but now that doesn’t mean jack SHIT to me. I just get so pissed when I see you talk to absolutely everyone else but me. We didn’t even fight or anything, so wtf? I’m so fucking mad at the fact that you don’t think of me even in the slightest that you’d think to type in my name on your phone or facebook and say “Hey! How’s it going?” And it’s not even like I haven’t made an effort cuz whenever I say something on facebook or whatever, all you say back is, “nm, u?” or “lol :)” Like, we aren’t fucking strangers. I’ve known you since I was 10. Whatever. You know, I’m really fucking tired of chasing after people. So I’m gonna stop in my tracks now. I’m done.
— So I watched Lilo and Stitch
And I cried in the beginning. The whole movie is actually a depressing movie. Her parents died on a rainy night. The reason why she feeds Pudge is because he controls the weather. And then all that business with the social workers and everything just getting screwed up. And just wanted one friend who’ll be there.