$$$$

wow, it speaks.

no matter how much i can fucking tell him i actualy fucking like him. and how i can’t even be fucking mad,

all he can ever say is

“i’m a shitty bf”

fuck you, okay ? 

you have no fucking right.

i’m quitting everything.

i’m giving up on my relationship because fuck if anyone thought it would actually fucking last a year. great joke.

i’m giving up on my education because why would i bother to waste money on something i have zero interest or energy in.

i’m giving up on having friends because who would ever want to be friends with someone so bitter and angry as me. again, great joke.

i’m just gonna work two jobs until i can afford to move to florida. then i’m gonna take out all of my piercings and work at disney world until i die and never speak to anyone i have ever known in the state of virginia ever again.

then i will never visit the state of virginia again.

i am going to change my name and never acknowledge anyone i have ever known in the state of virginia again.

i hate everyone and everything.

i am a quitter.

i quit caring.

i’m refusing to waste the time and energy crying about it.

i’ll just be angry and bitter for the rest of my life.

and my only source of happiness will be a puppy and working overtime.

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i post too many text posts, but this one is necessary. for me.

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i’m all kinds of upset for literally no reason right now

and i just wanna sleep

but if i got to my room, i’m worried my asshole suitemates are gonna try to make me clean the bathroom

when a, i don’t fucking make a mess

and b, it’s not my fault they don’t know how to make a fucking schedule.

read the fucking roommate agreement, bitches.

if you wanna talk to me, leave a note.

my BIGGEST pet peeve is when people leave lights on which you sluts do ALLLLLLL the time.

fuck this, man.

why can’t i ever get along with anyone ?

i’m tryna stay out of that suite as much as i can

i clean up the sink as i use it

i don’t get the mirror dirty.

sorry i’m too fucking poor to be able buy toilet paper but i have to spend my money on real shit because mommy and daddy don’t just feed me money whenever i want it

fuck this man

now i’m even more pissed than i was

can i please just live with my boyfriend ?

or even better,

lemme just live alone in a tiny apartment with six cats.

i need a new job.

SOMEONE HIRE ME.

so we’re back together.

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If he doesn’t call me by 6pm,

I’m going to call him.

And I’m going to tell him

whether he asnwers or not

that this shit don’t fly.

If you want to be with me,

you have to talk to me.

Which means texting me back.

Calling me.

Com-fucking-municating.

I’ve done with these games.

I’ve had enough.

If he can’t fucking text me back,

I guess this really is over.

Can’t make decisions my ass.

I’m deciding I’m sick of your shit.

I’m deciding to put my foot down.

I’m deciding that you’re a child.

This is such bull, man.

“I wanna be with you.”

“I like you, I do.”

Bull.

Effing.

Crap, man.

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