Fuck im so pissed, my mom tried to drive us home drunk while my dad was puking and she wouldnt let me drive -,- alright, lets be smart & fuckin do that. And when I tried to tell her she was very irresponsible, she fuckin yelled at me?! Alright drunk bitch.
I’m not gonna bitch anymore at you cus apparently your right.
Its a shitty feeling when your up and you realize your completely alone.
Your thoughts begin to unravel…
&& this is what you come up with.
You have no one to send a cute text to if your thinking of them.
You have no one to wake up to their text.
You have no one to call when your bored out of your fucking mind just to tell them the little things that went on during your day.
You have no one to tell your deepest feeelings without feeling stupid after.
You have no one to share your triumphs nor your failures.
You have no one to shop for on the holidays and at midnight on new years, OH JOY you get to see all the wonderful FUCKING couples kiss into the new year.
You dont have anyone to call you beautiful, or to compliment how your hair looks.
You dont have someone in your life that when you are around them, you can just simply see all of the love they have for you.
You have no one to notice the cute or notable things you do.
what hurts the most is knowing you have someone there who is capable of doing all of these things, but your still fucking alone.
You have someone and they completely dont even show you they care. Just because they are around, they feel that thats all they have to do.
The decision is clear, I can find someone who treats me the right way;
sometimes youd rather keep what you have then risk being alone..
I’m tired of feeling second best, its total bullshit that you called me saying you love me and wanna work shit out, yet your facebook shows a completely different story. I feel so fucking stupid for thinking you actuallly did. I’m tired of going back and fourth, I’m done. Its a shame cus I actuallly loved you& I can make you the happiest man alive but I guess its just easier to talk to bitches over facebook. Gooood luck trying to find a bitch that is better than me, I’m brains and beauty;;
I'm not tumblr famous..I still get excited when I gain a follower. I look at other blogs and get jealous from what I see. I wish I could complain about to many messages. I don't have half as many followers as some of my favorite blogs. However, my blog is a part of me, it's meant to express not impress. I am happy with it the way it is.