i can't...
do this anymore. my heart can't take it. i'm tired, frustrated, annoyed, and disapointed. i can't even go out anymore without being trash talked. i haven't done anything to anyone. i'm kind, sweet, good to hang around. at least i thought so. am i a horrible person? should i be talked about? should i feel like the fatest person in the room?
i wanted to cry tonight. i can't believe i'd call these people my friends. investing time into people i truely enjoyed, and then to be talked about 2 feet away?
i just can't open my heart anymore. i want too, but i just don't have the will anymore.
i don't want to think the worst in people. it sucks, but i'm done being walked on. i'm not some carpet to be treaded on; dirt stains silently smeared and covered in the colors of fabric. fuck that, and fuck anyone who had anything negative to say about me. i know who i am, i'm a true individual: i tell the truth, i'll call you out on your shit, and i'll be there for you unconditionally.
talk about me, sure. i'm gald i'm that important.
i wanted to cry tonight. i can't believe i'd call these people my friends. investing time into people i truely enjoyed, and then to be talked about 2 feet away?
i just can't open my heart anymore. i want too, but i just don't have the will anymore.
i don't want to think the worst in people. it sucks, but i'm done being walked on. i'm not some carpet to be treaded on; dirt stains silently smeared and covered in the colors of fabric. fuck that, and fuck anyone who had anything negative to say about me. i know who i am, i'm a true individual: i tell the truth, i'll call you out on your shit, and i'll be there for you unconditionally.
talk about me, sure. i'm gald i'm that important.