Whenever i think i've changed, and that people have finally started to see me for who i am instead of the mistakes i have made in my (young) past, i get proved wrong rather quickly.
Hence today's rant on why i hate people.
I open up, admit i have feelings for you, and all you can say to me is "does that mean you wanna smash ;)" FUCK NO bitch, i'm good. Seeing as how you just proved yourself to be an immature little asshole, no. I'm done. Done with you. Done with love. Done with the whole fucking thing.
And now, i have another boy callin that i honestly do not want.
A girl that i honestly still want but hate.
And an ex that always seems to complicate things
Also, a serious fucking ramen noodles addiction that seems to make me gain weight at an alarming rate. But, seeing as how i've decided to only weigh myself on Wednesdays, i'm not sure how bad the damage is now.
Why does life have to constantly remind me how often it likes to fuck me?