I really need to start reading books with happy endings. If I keep this up, I’ll be depressed out of my mind from reading pure fiction. Pure magical fiction.
How accurate is this quote, especially in my life this very moment. *sigh*
I wish I could be creative & like have an imagination. I’d love to have a talent or a hobby & just be good at something. I wish I was smart & intellectual, I mean like I’m not dumb, but some people have this spark of intelligence that you can tell from far that they’re pretty wise. Sometimes I feel a bit useless & good for nothing & it sucks. I have no “qualities”, I’m just pretty & not even…
I know that for making this decision i’m going to get judged a lot & a lot of people are gonna go talking shit, but you know what. IDGAF ! I don’t care what people have to say. I, myself, know it’s not the best thing for myself, but let me make my own mistakes & learn from it or something, I don’t know… Maybe it’s different with me.
It’s funny how I try to post what I’m feeling & shit & then I don’t cause I’m scared someone I know will read it >.<
Today I asked my mom if I could go to the bowling alley & she was like first you have to tell me where is it, with who & who’s going to be there. & in my head I’m like really mom, really? Don’t ask so many questions & just let me go; like you always do.
I’m going to stop talking to people that obviously have no interest in talking to me. I’m done and over with that. If you got an attitude, if you give one word replies, fuck you bitch. I’m sick of feeling like i’m not important enough for your attention.
You don’t talk to me, I don’t talk to you. Simple as that.
Like a serious one. It has to do with my brain, I forget things too easily & it’s really getting to me & it really sucks. Sometimes I’m going to get something in a room & when I get there I forget & never remember. Sometimes I put something somewhere & I totally forget & never ever remember & I never find it. That’s why my mom thinks i’m so irresponsible. Sometimes she thinks I do it on purpose & tells me my head isn’t where it’s supposed to be. I guess it’s true. I get distracted way too easily. It’s starting to fucking get on my nerves. At the moment I feel like shit, fuck my life, seriously.
I’m going to talk to my mom about this. I want to go to the doctor, ‘cause I really do think I have a serious problem.
I do want to grow up a bit too fast. I want tattoos, piercings, make-up, want trends that just aren’t set for my age; I want to go out every single weekend, I want to fall in love. But I guess it’s just a phase, I mean like I’m fourteen, not my fault.
That’s one of the things that makes living in a tropical island suck. I hope all of you blood sucking monsters go to hell & like fucking die & get bit by other mosquitoes so that you can know how it fucking feels. >.<