I hope that when I’m gone, you know it’s your fault. I hope everyone knows its your fault. I hope your life is a living hell that you can’t escape. I hope you get put through what you put me through.
Maybe everyone would be better off if I was dead. You yourself told me you’d be happier if I was dead. All I want is for you to be happy, right?
The awkward moment when you make a tweet saying how you want to be on the guest list for a show and the bands merch guy finds it and tweets you and puts you on the list.
My life.
Don’t know why
People feel the need to LIE to me. I know the truth,you lying doesn’t do anything but make it worse and make me more angry.
This is why I hate almost everyone.
Sick. Taking a nap and praying that I don’t fucking wake up.
This is what you do to me.
So much drama
and I can’t deal with it anymore.
My alcoholic uncle decides yet again now would be a great time to ruin the family. It’s not fair that since we’re the oldest kids in the family he has to live with us and inconvenience our household. It’s not fair that we have to deal with his issues because he’s not willing to go get help. He’s a grown man, yet thinks it’s perfectly fine not to work, sit in bed all day and drink and waste his life away while making everyone else suffer.
On top of it, I still have my own personal issues that need sorting out. However, I can’t do that because of this crap now. I have no time to think or organize my thoughts so I can do what needs to be done in order to try and move on with my life.
It always happens to me at the worst possible times. One thing starts to get better, something else brings it all down. As usual.
And people wonder why I’m so screwed up and why I’m always sick. Well…the amount of stress I deal with isn’t normal or healthy. Really though, I thoroughly enjoy having to stay home all day because my stomach is all screwed up from stress, nerves and being upset…NOT.
This is why I hate life, this is why I think the thoughts I do about life, this is why I’m never happy.
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