everything is changing. and i can’t do anything about it. i guess sometimes you have to just rely on no one but yourself. maybe it’s my fault. i plan too much. because i get excited. i get way too excited because i sit alone during the week,so i think my weekend can be awesome. but that’s my problem. i expect too much to make up for the lacking of a week i had. well, i guess from now on i shouldn’t do that. i should just be the social outcast i am,sitting home alone crying. because thats all i’m good at. i’m apparently not good enough to be anyone’s friend, and my best friend has a new life to embark on and can’t spend as much time with me. so i just have to get over it. get over myself. i just can’t though. it’s not easy, and it’s not something i can do because i hate myself. maybe that’s why i can’t keep a friend. i become too dependent on other people to make me feel better. because i surely cannot make myself feel better.
i admit, i’m a little crazy. i’m a little different. a little weird. a little needy. a little dependent. a little wanting. a little clingy. a little lost. a little hopeless. a little sad. a little needing of a hug.
Guize. My sister in law hates me. She deleted my family as her facebook friends and added everyone back except for me. HAHAHAHA. Fuck off. Yeah, because I didn’t wanna be cheated out of babysitting money. BULL SHIT. Have a nice life sister, good thing I pretty much have to never see you. BITCH.
“I was raised on a farm in Moooresville, Indiana. My mama ran out on us when I was three, my daddy beat the hell out of me cause he didn’t know no better way to raise me. I like baseball, movies, good clothes, fast cars, whiskey, and you… what else you need to know?”—Public Enemies-John Dillenger