can you grant me one last wish? play russian roulette as we kiss
So I'm pretty pissed. And hurt. And sad. And sick and tired and fed up with the bullshit that I have to deal with all the fucking time. I'm sick of being taken for granted, I'm sick of crying and I'm so tired of people using me.
And I hate immature ass bitches who think they're fucking tough or better than you. Grow up.
The people who come to matter the most are the ones that hurt you the quickest. You trust them with more than anyone else, and then they turn around and hit you so hard that you fall, and you stay there for the longest time, trying to pick yourself back up. You don't want to though; you want them to come to you, apologize and lift you back on your feet where you belong.
I've been on the ground for almost two years now. Why hasn't anyone picked me up?