I had been doing so good for a while but I don’t even care anymore. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of town. I have so many issues with the house I live in, the people around me, and myself. Honestly I wish I could spend all my time at Mount and forget all the stupid shit but I can’t. We only have 3 days left and it is killing me inside. Really. We graduate too soon. I am attempting to be out of this house every fucking day over the summer. I am sick of being treated like a fucking five year old. I am not a slave to my parents. I respect them but I am at the age where I am allowed to have my own fucking opinion. I hate my father and my mother. My siblings are cool, usually. I get so annoyed by the ideals…or shall we say lack of ideals…of the people around me and in school and in public. I am so jealous of people that get to do whatever they fucking want. They’re the shittiest people and do such shitty things yet I haven’t done anything “bad” basically this entire year yet I don’t get half the freedom they do. It is fucking bullshit. And then there’s myself. I am so sick of not being pretty enough, and funny enough, and smart enough, and all this shit. And you know what? I am sick of people getting on my back for thinking the way I do about myself. I love my personality but sometimes I don’t feel good enough. Okaaayyy? The sun shines out of my ASS whenever I am around people so you know what I’m allowed to be annoyed and upset when I’m alone every once in a while. I am here for people that aren’t here for me. I honestly feel like none of my “friends” even want to be around me anymore. Fuck this feeling right now. And fuck all of the people that have left me this year. You all fucking suck for just fading. Sorry I wanted to see if you’d stick around without me making all the effort. Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
So today in class a wasp flew into our room and was sitting on the ceiling and instead of just killing it with a ruler or book or something mY TEACHER SET IT ON FIRE
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This is honestly not fair.
to any of us.
I wish you didn’t exist.
I wish none of us ever met you.
I wish you’d leave.
I wish you weren’t so mean.
I wish people weren’t afraid of you.
I wish you saw how horrible you are.
I wish you’d stay out of our lives…
Anonymous asked: 2:36AM. 2 am is for the poets who can't sleep because their minds are alive with words for someone who's not there. For the alcoholics drinking themselves into amnesia to forget someone who left. 2 am is not for the lovers asleep in each other's arms. It is for the lonely, the ones who are in love with the loved but are not loved in return. -L. S.
I feel as if I just heard this somewhere but I have no idea where it is from. I love it !!
Where is this from?
Who is this?
Well I put so much thought into getting ready,
Now I know that was the best part.
It’s so easy to get caught up in what I’m regretting,
Forget what I learned from a wounded heart.
I’m the one who likes gardenia.
I’m the one who likes to make love on the floor.
I don’t wanna hang up the phone yet,
It’s been good getting to know you more.
I’ve been seeing all my old friends in city,
Walking alone in central park,
Doing all the things that I neglected.
Traded em all to be in your arms.
I’m the one who likes gardenia.
I’m the one who like to make love on the floor.
I don’t wanna hang up the phone yet,
It’s been good getting to know you more.
Well I hear my own voice, sounds so silly,
Telling my story all around.
Everything I lost seems so different,
Well this is how everyone gets found.
I’m the one who likes gardenia.
I’m the one who likes to make love on the floor.
I don’t wanna hang up the phone yet,
It’s been good getting to know you more.
::::I cannot wait to dance to this.
What do I do.
