I’m going to go to bed because I’m sad and my insides feel like they’re dying and I hate everything. There’s no telling what you’re doing. Maybe I do have some trust issues. Just maybe. Eh, what can I do. I’m sure so will end up alone, like I’ve always been.
I really wish my dad was here. He had a way of making me laugh when I felt this way.
I kind of wish I would die, honestly.
I kind of don’t care how you feel…
Just because I retaliate with anger because someone moved in on MY significant other? Because I was lied to and betrayed? He was my rock when my dad died and I depended on him. And he let me down. Every last one of my “friends” did. Oh well.
I guess I’m just a bully.
Wish me luck this week. I’m under so much stress about school and finals and applying to college. Ugh.
Bitch, stay away from my boyfriend.