My Story Tale Ending
Dear fucking self,
Let me tell you about my day, your day, our day. FUCK, whatever.
For the past two weeks now, you haven't been able to fall asleep without a few drinks. For the past few weeks now you've encountered very little sleep. For the past month now, you've realized the end of this month would have been the month to change your life! So it's not a wonder that you wanted to see your boyfriend, the love of your life, the reason for who you have become. You've cleaned his house just to see him. You've made excuses to see him by bringing him popsicles. You've just needed to see him every day, be it for the whole day or an hour. You just needed to see him because he loved you. You HATED feeling alone even for one second. You LOATHED being by yourself at night. This was supposed to be the time to change your life, and you let it slip away. You've promised to yourself, after this month, it was over. August would be the start of your senior year, and it was your new beginning. There was nothing holding you back anymore. It was all done and over with. It was all done and over with in January, mind you, but this was supposed to be your fucking closure FOR GOOD. No more wanting to cry after hearing similar stories, and no more wanting to beat yourself up after listening to opinionated fuckwits. You were supposed to be strong. You were supposed to love life. You were supposed to be happy.
Then you fucked up again, and you ended up driving while laughing hysterically with tears streaming down your face, listening to The Eagles' Take It Easy on repeat. You put on your favorite dress and did your make up today, because it makes you feel pretty. Because he promised after he got things done, the rest of the day he was all yours. That was the happiest thing you had heard recently. But you are a fucking lame excuse for a human being and you started drinking again.
You've fucking gone insane. The love of your life is probably so disgusted with you and tired of you that you two are sooo over. Sooo over. So little girl, grow the fuck up. Go fucking hiking every time you want to cry or something. Go fucking organize your bookshelf every time you feel alone. Go fucking cook, or clean your room, or make your bed, or write a letter to Santa Claus every time you start feeling like this. Stop hating yourself. Stop hating what you do. You're you and you should accept yourself.
Just try to make better choices in life. Try to be happy. Try to love yourself. That way, others will love you. The End, Haruka. The End.
Let me tell you about my day, your day, our day. FUCK, whatever.
For the past two weeks now, you haven't been able to fall asleep without a few drinks. For the past few weeks now you've encountered very little sleep. For the past month now, you've realized the end of this month would have been the month to change your life! So it's not a wonder that you wanted to see your boyfriend, the love of your life, the reason for who you have become. You've cleaned his house just to see him. You've made excuses to see him by bringing him popsicles. You've just needed to see him every day, be it for the whole day or an hour. You just needed to see him because he loved you. You HATED feeling alone even for one second. You LOATHED being by yourself at night. This was supposed to be the time to change your life, and you let it slip away. You've promised to yourself, after this month, it was over. August would be the start of your senior year, and it was your new beginning. There was nothing holding you back anymore. It was all done and over with. It was all done and over with in January, mind you, but this was supposed to be your fucking closure FOR GOOD. No more wanting to cry after hearing similar stories, and no more wanting to beat yourself up after listening to opinionated fuckwits. You were supposed to be strong. You were supposed to love life. You were supposed to be happy.
Then you fucked up again, and you ended up driving while laughing hysterically with tears streaming down your face, listening to The Eagles' Take It Easy on repeat. You put on your favorite dress and did your make up today, because it makes you feel pretty. Because he promised after he got things done, the rest of the day he was all yours. That was the happiest thing you had heard recently. But you are a fucking lame excuse for a human being and you started drinking again.
You've fucking gone insane. The love of your life is probably so disgusted with you and tired of you that you two are sooo over. Sooo over. So little girl, grow the fuck up. Go fucking hiking every time you want to cry or something. Go fucking organize your bookshelf every time you feel alone. Go fucking cook, or clean your room, or make your bed, or write a letter to Santa Claus every time you start feeling like this. Stop hating yourself. Stop hating what you do. You're you and you should accept yourself.
Just try to make better choices in life. Try to be happy. Try to love yourself. That way, others will love you. The End, Haruka. The End.