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I'm sick of people pretending.
I'm sick of the bullshit.
I'm sick of crying.
I'm sick of no one here talking to me anymore.
I'm sick of feeling not good enough.
I'm sick of feeling fat.
I'm sick of being ignored.
I'm sick of not mattering.
I'm sick of not being heard.
I'm sick of worrying what others think.
I'm sick of trying or forcing myself to be happy.
I'm sick of being nice.
I'm sick of fake emotion towards me.
I'm sick of caring and not getting any in return.
I'm sick of a lot of people.
I'm sick of trying relationships that are dead ends.
I'm sick of trying to figure out what I should change or how to make myself better; if you liked me, you'd like me for who I am, I shouldn't have to change to suit you and I refuse to so get over it.
I'm sick of being depressed.
I'm sick of not being able to focus.
I'm sick of trying to make people happy.
I'm sick of being there for people and when I need someone to listen, no one is there.
I'm sick of this whole situation here so from now on I'm buckling down with school and burying myself in my books, fuck men, fuck relationships, fuck trying with people for those of you who aren't there for me. Yes, I'm pissed. This is going out on both Live Journal and myspace because it's to people on both. I played the song "What Am I to You?" by Norah Jones on my myspace for a reason. But I guess I know what I am to you. To a lot of you. I am nothing.
I'm sick of the bullshit.
I'm sick of crying.
I'm sick of no one here talking to me anymore.
I'm sick of feeling not good enough.
I'm sick of feeling fat.
I'm sick of being ignored.
I'm sick of not mattering.
I'm sick of not being heard.
I'm sick of worrying what others think.
I'm sick of trying or forcing myself to be happy.
I'm sick of being nice.
I'm sick of fake emotion towards me.
I'm sick of caring and not getting any in return.
I'm sick of a lot of people.
I'm sick of trying relationships that are dead ends.
I'm sick of trying to figure out what I should change or how to make myself better; if you liked me, you'd like me for who I am, I shouldn't have to change to suit you and I refuse to so get over it.
I'm sick of being depressed.
I'm sick of not being able to focus.
I'm sick of trying to make people happy.
I'm sick of being there for people and when I need someone to listen, no one is there.
I'm sick of this whole situation here so from now on I'm buckling down with school and burying myself in my books, fuck men, fuck relationships, fuck trying with people for those of you who aren't there for me. Yes, I'm pissed. This is going out on both Live Journal and myspace because it's to people on both. I played the song "What Am I to You?" by Norah Jones on my myspace for a reason. But I guess I know what I am to you. To a lot of you. I am nothing.