Why couldn’t you treat me the way you treat her?
because of you
I’m forced to fake a smile, a laugh, every day of my life
April 30, 2012
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April 26, 2012
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April 26, 2012
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I don’t understand why most people can have a shitty day and act accordingly with no substantial issues throughout the day, but when I have one of the worst days in years and make it clear that I need space, people freak out, leave me, and start saying shit about me. Even the people who say they love and care for me the most up and fucking leave and tell people I’m psychotic, have problems, and need help. What the fuck? I will be the first to guarantee that my life is not perfect in the slightest bit; however, I fully understand that by no means is it worse than anyone else’s. It’s just that after a long period of time in which stress, tension, annoyance, and drama has built up, I’m too human to be capable of entirely suppressing it and act like nothing at all is bothering me. Just like anyone else, I need a breather from life, a hug, and some fucking support. I’m well aware I don’t have anyone there for me besides a select few, but do you really think that I chose my life to be this way? Do you think I like it? Fuck no. How dare you expect me to fake a smile every goddamn day of my life because you’re too fucking lazy and self-centered to step down off your throne to be there for someone you supposedly love. I’m not crazy, psychotic, stupid, or in need of help. I’m just real. I’ve been to hell and back, and sometimes it seems like that cycle never ends. I’ve opened my eyes long before now to realize that this shit is life. It’s my life. And if anyone is worth being in my life, they ought to be there for me at my worst just the same as they are they when I’m at my best. I don’t need anyone, not one person, to hold me back from my goals. Fuck anyone who thinks they can judge me and declare that i’m psychotic just because they’re too fucking immature to be able to handle the real world. I will be damned to live my life dodging the looks and whispers of people as I pass them by, all because you decided that I’m psychotic? That’s not how this works. You hurt me more than you know, and I honestly don’t think I can look at you or feel about you the same again. Honestly. You have no backbone, no balls, no strength. I will not put myself down to carry you through life-I am not your mother. If you want me, you have to take me for all that I am, and you have to accept me and the things I do as part of me. You have to act in accordance to your words. And you still have yet to prove to me that you can man up and handle it.
my life is so much better without you in it.
Leave me the fuck alone for a long ass time. I am so beyond done with your immature drama and bullshit. My life is so much better without you in it. You need to grow the fuck up. Karma’s a bitch, but I can be a bigger bitch. Peace.
Maybe if you shut up and quit complaining about every little thing that doesn’t go your way, you would realize that your life isn’t that bad and that you’re lucky it’s not worse.
