you're a hopeless case...
i love when people take the time out of their day to write about how they're "finally doing what they want" and talk about how wonderful their life is.
you're a fucking idiot. shut your damn mouth.
you're going to throw up a front for everyone else, letting them know how awesome you think your life is going to be from now on because you "finally" got those people who "didn't give 2 shits about you" out of your life. it's the same words you've said before, just for a new audience.
well guess what? you gave up on friends that would have been there for you, had you let them. when we gave you advice and told you that you were making a HUGE fucking mistake, YOU decided not to listen. instead you listened to fair weather friends, who you know you can't trust, who haven't been there for you, who weren't sitting in the hospital waiting room till 6 in the morning waiting to make sure you're going to be ok. because you know what? that was me. and that was him. the people who sat by you, who took care of you, who did what they could to make you happy. i know i'm no saint, but he stood next to you on so many occassions, even after the breakup when all the rest of us told him to move on and forget about you, he still stood up for you, he still tried to protect you. and you gave that up for what?
for selfishness.
just like all the other little small town girls that jump right out of high school into their boyfriend's apartments. then they use them until the next guy comes along and they jump into their world. you immerse yourself with the people around, always becoming the product of your environment. nothing is sacred to you, nothing is important. and you'll tell yourself that you're only doing it for YOU, that this is what YOU wanted. but it's not, it's just you trying to fit in with the new crowd. trying, hoping, PRAYING that people will accept you, not for who you are, but for who you can turn yourself into.
you're a leach.
a parasite.
and a chameleon.
and you've managed to kill off any respect i still had for you, any hope that i still had that you'd be the person i know you can be. and it has nothing to do with you breaking edge, or covering your tattoo because i don't care about that. my own girlfriend isn't straight edge and that's fine, i firmly believe that it's the person's choice as to what they want to do with their lives. but i can't help feeling that you're doing this for all the wrong reasons. you're not doing it for yourself. you're doing it for everyone else.
and you say you're not like her, that you're situation is different.
but really take a step back and look at the things she's done, and look at what you're doing.
and the worst part is, you know, deep down, you know i'm right.
now take a deep breath, and get your fucking act together.
xoxo
you're a fucking idiot. shut your damn mouth.
you're going to throw up a front for everyone else, letting them know how awesome you think your life is going to be from now on because you "finally" got those people who "didn't give 2 shits about you" out of your life. it's the same words you've said before, just for a new audience.
well guess what? you gave up on friends that would have been there for you, had you let them. when we gave you advice and told you that you were making a HUGE fucking mistake, YOU decided not to listen. instead you listened to fair weather friends, who you know you can't trust, who haven't been there for you, who weren't sitting in the hospital waiting room till 6 in the morning waiting to make sure you're going to be ok. because you know what? that was me. and that was him. the people who sat by you, who took care of you, who did what they could to make you happy. i know i'm no saint, but he stood next to you on so many occassions, even after the breakup when all the rest of us told him to move on and forget about you, he still stood up for you, he still tried to protect you. and you gave that up for what?
for selfishness.
just like all the other little small town girls that jump right out of high school into their boyfriend's apartments. then they use them until the next guy comes along and they jump into their world. you immerse yourself with the people around, always becoming the product of your environment. nothing is sacred to you, nothing is important. and you'll tell yourself that you're only doing it for YOU, that this is what YOU wanted. but it's not, it's just you trying to fit in with the new crowd. trying, hoping, PRAYING that people will accept you, not for who you are, but for who you can turn yourself into.
you're a leach.
a parasite.
and a chameleon.
and you've managed to kill off any respect i still had for you, any hope that i still had that you'd be the person i know you can be. and it has nothing to do with you breaking edge, or covering your tattoo because i don't care about that. my own girlfriend isn't straight edge and that's fine, i firmly believe that it's the person's choice as to what they want to do with their lives. but i can't help feeling that you're doing this for all the wrong reasons. you're not doing it for yourself. you're doing it for everyone else.
and you say you're not like her, that you're situation is different.
but really take a step back and look at the things she's done, and look at what you're doing.
and the worst part is, you know, deep down, you know i'm right.
now take a deep breath, and get your fucking act together.
xoxo