Thank you, Loreal, for talking to me...
I don't know why I even bother sometimes. I go out in hopes of a good time, in hopes of feeling better... I get nothing out of it but a worse mood and feeling like shit.
I just called my mom crying my eyes out because I felt like absolute shit and I knew (for some reason) that I couldn't stay where I was. She, thank God, was kind enough of a person to come get me and take me to my car so I could come home. I'm so glad she's such an amazing and understanding person. I don't know what I'd do without her.
What it all boils down to: Sometimes it just seems like I shouldn't even try. At all. When I do, I get nothing but let down. What's the fucking point of even making an effort when absolutely NOTHING ever works in your favor?
I don't know; you tell me.
I just called my mom crying my eyes out because I felt like absolute shit and I knew (for some reason) that I couldn't stay where I was. She, thank God, was kind enough of a person to come get me and take me to my car so I could come home. I'm so glad she's such an amazing and understanding person. I don't know what I'd do without her.
What it all boils down to: Sometimes it just seems like I shouldn't even try. At all. When I do, I get nothing but let down. What's the fucking point of even making an effort when absolutely NOTHING ever works in your favor?
I don't know; you tell me.