don't bury me... i'm still not dead.
somehow everything I do just ends up slapping me in the goddamn face, and i'm fucking sick of it. i'm sick of this place. i'm sick of being too honest to keep myself out of stupid situations that happen over and over again. there have been great times. there still are plenty of them. but this is getting fucking old. very fast. i wish i could get everyone in a room, and tell them "get over yourselves because you're not that fucking great. nothing is fun with you anymore. nothing is funny with you anymore. have a blast digging your own fucking miserable grave for the rest of your life or give me a call when your heart softens up again. because i can't sit around watching the people closest to me throw away selfless friendship and forgiveness and love and honesty when they're the ones that i discovered it with. you can all go down with this ship. you'll find me overboard." and I realize that we can't all be around each other as much or have as many good times as we did when we were all together. I just want everyone to stop being so fucking mean and cold, because I'm the one who gets trampled when I'm not.