Life is an unpredictable mistress full of lessons that sometimes, you wish you didn’t have to learn. And often, you’ll reach a conclusion that people are complete jerks.
in the midst of gifts i don’t say thank you
there is always something to be angry about
one thing that makes me more and more bitter
“Monsters don’t sleep under your bed. They sleep inside your head.”
Why do people do the same shit and expect a different outcome? Do you think anyone intentionally likes to fuck things up for themselves? Repeating destructive patterns and hoping for something good but never actually receiving it?
You are no fucking longer invited to know anything about me or my life. The thought of you with me makes my skin crawl.
I have so much anger and hatred towards myself. I’m living my life as if it were a test drive and I can do it over right next time.