I'm so pissed off right now so I'm writing this. I'm sick of people and their stupid selves ruining things for me. Everyone calls me a bitch and whatever; well I've been taking care of people since I was 7 and my entire world fell apart. People sit there and run their mouths, even family who's supposed to always be on your side. So I've basically cried this entire weekend. Complete fucking waste of time. The only highlight was seeing The Lovely Bones the other day, and even that got fucked up. So you know what? I'm fucking over people and all of their shit that they start. I hate Virginia so much. I need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. People are just...horrible here. I can maybe stand 5 people, maybe. Oh and to make it better, I'm pretty sure that my "boyfriend" is saying shit behind my back to his friends. I don't even fucking like him, but saying shit behind someone's back, especially someone that you said "I LOVE YOU" to after 1 fucking day, I'm pretty sure love doesn't involve being a jackass. I'm so pissed and nothing's going right and I can't seem to change it and I don't fit in and I don't have true friends who'll always be there and I'm just fucking done. Because what if this isn't our only life? What if we have multiple lives and after we die in each one, we completely forget it and start like it's the first time all over again? It's just an endless cycle. You could've been someone extremely famous, like Marilyn Monroe, and you would never remember it, but you would always feel a connection to her and idolize her without knowing that that was actually you.
xoxo Marie the Dreamer
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