Hollow are the bones of lonely.
So I finally stick up for myself and then that makes me shitty and annoying? No, fuck that and more importantly, FUCK YOU. I made a pact with myself that I wouldn't continue to live my life dealing with the bare minimum from others anymore and I am going to stick by it. I really know who is true to me now. I'm trying not to care if I can count on less people than I have fingers. I feel like if someone cannot be there for me when I need him or her the most, then that person is not worthy of being in my life at all. I'm just so fucking done eating metaphorical shit. There is a lot more I would like to say but I don't feel like writing all night so I will simply hit "post", close my computer, and curl up for the last 12-hour night in my own bed until winter break.