forgotten.
I’m realllyyy fucking glad you’re having an amazing summer with all of your new friends.. While I’m stuck here..at home, with no one. Really though, I’ll be fine. I always am.
sick and fucking tired of being so goddamn lonely and not feeling good enough..for anyone. I just wanna be loved and I’m still bitter that I feel this way because I know I’m better than this. deep down I know I am way better. but you broke me. into a million pieces, and I’m slowly putting myself back together but it is taking a long time. I know I’m way better than you because you have no motivation in life and I know I deserve better.
and to top it all off the one person who I want to talk to hardly wants to talk to me anymore. oh well I mean I guess I just need to back off and let you do your own thing. all you ever do is lead me on anyway and fuck me up more than I already am.
I just wish I could focus on myself and mend independent but I’m the farthest thing from independent. and I hate it.
