Let it be.
So apparently i like to hurt myself.
and like guys who like my best friend.
Senario part 2 of last year.
am i fucking stupid?
i hate feeling unimportant.
it bothers me, alot.
Just knowing someone is hurting and i can fix that for them and be everything they need but are too fucking stubborn to see that bothers me alot.
i'm so sick of being angry with the way i feel about people, and love.
Nothing seems to ever work out for me.
There's always some kind of misfortune happening in my love life: dude digs friend, prince charming lives too far, jerk likes a million girls at once, dude screws me over, it's a neverending story.
I try and I try and I try to forget about it all, it just keeps to repeat itself.
but now
am i jealous of my friend? or am i angry with what i can't have?
I guess the same senario came back because i didn't learn my lesson.
i just don't understand it.
it makes no fucking sense
so when shit makes sense and people in my life aren't messed up, i'll let you know.
FUCK
IT
ALL.
bitterness.
and like guys who like my best friend.
Senario part 2 of last year.
am i fucking stupid?
i hate feeling unimportant.
it bothers me, alot.
Just knowing someone is hurting and i can fix that for them and be everything they need but are too fucking stubborn to see that bothers me alot.
i'm so sick of being angry with the way i feel about people, and love.
Nothing seems to ever work out for me.
There's always some kind of misfortune happening in my love life: dude digs friend, prince charming lives too far, jerk likes a million girls at once, dude screws me over, it's a neverending story.
I try and I try and I try to forget about it all, it just keeps to repeat itself.
but now
am i jealous of my friend? or am i angry with what i can't have?
I guess the same senario came back because i didn't learn my lesson.
i just don't understand it.
it makes no fucking sense
so when shit makes sense and people in my life aren't messed up, i'll let you know.
FUCK
IT
ALL.
bitterness.