Well well...
It figures that I would probably be completley wrong to think that someone might actually like me without wanting to use me. I'm not quite sure what I was thinking. I should have known my luck wouldn't really get that much better. Also, I hate luck. It's for suckers. I am down on myself. Well, yes I am. I have plenty of reasons to be. Anyone would be down on themselves if everything would seem to be getting better for about a week, and then it all came crashing down, all at once. All over again. I guess I am stupid for even fucking caring, and so what if I am. I pretty much think it is established that if you know me, you have to fuck me over real well at least one time. I am tired of caring about people who don't care about me, I am tired of being everyone's fucking scapegoat because they know I will take the abuse without leaving. I am going to leave now, because I can't handle everyone's problems on top of mine. I am sick of being all sad and pathetic and "oh please don't hurt me" no one is going to give a shit if I ask them not to hurt me, they all do it anyways. Just like Cory wouldn't "hurt me" just like my parents wouldn't "hurt me" It's all bullshit. Lies. So fine, someone come out of nowhere. Someone give a shit. Someone want me for me and not to use me. I already told you all, I am fucking tired of being hurt. I already told you all, if you are just going to use me, hurt me, fuck me over, then leave me alone and don't waste my time, don't get to know me. Quit making me cry. I hate crying. From now on, I swear I will never let this go on again. Fuck relationships, they all end. Fuck meeting someone who gives a shit about me, it's not happining. I will go out, party too much, go to bed, go to work, come home and do it all over again until I am so sleep deprived and sick that I won't have time to be hurt. I'm done.