I’m always a stupid fuck-up. The only thing I can do is make mistakes.
So much negative events happening all in one time… I don’t think my body can deal with all of this stress anymore. These eyebags isn’t the business either.
If I make one tiny mistake, in your eyes I’m a bad child to you. You have to lecture me that you think that I’m going to have sex and get pregnant and all that shit. Why? Why only me? I did nothing to you and you decide to pick on me? If you really knew your own daughter, I would never think of doing such a thing. But whatever. You don’t believe any words that come out of my mouth anyway.
A “sorry” is all I want. That’s it. All i fucking want. And I’m still surprised you haven’t noticed it, even though I BEG for your forgiveness. Does anything I say even matter to you?
Two different perspectives on society. “Haters”
1) Haters gone hate. I don’t give a damn on what they say, they can talk all they want for all I care. I’m not going to let them get the best of me. I’m not here to please you. I love all of my haters! They can all kiss my ass! I am strong.
2) Haters gone hate. Why are you doing this to me? They call me this and that, and I’ve come to believe that it’s all true. I shouldn’t live, they tell me to go die in a whole. I shouldn’t live. I’m letting them get to me. I need help. I am weak.
Dear, you.
Hello, two-faced hypocritical bitchass. I love how you continue to talk shit about me, and I’d confront you. But I don’t want any more drama than there is already, too risky. So, I’ma just pretend that I don’t know anything, and just forget about. I kinda don’t really give a fuck anyway, so talk all you want! k :) Sincerely, Me.
Give up on me. Do it, I dare you. Who’d want a person who is annoying, forgets too much….and make the same mistakes over and over again? There’s no point. No point of trying, just give up.
Jealously.
I don’t know why, but it irks me when your girlfriend or boyfriend has an interaction with their ex. That feeling when you think that your boyfriend or girlfriend still might have some feelings, second thoughts, or that they’re “too close.” I know they’re all just thoughts and the act of being paranoid, but sometimes I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. Especially when that ex hates your guts. Ahahahaha.
