you need to spend less of your time trying to fix something that’s already past broken and worry more about yourself b/c sweetie you’re fucking pathetic and the more you keep on pushing it, the more you’re just going to end up a trainwreck in the end
grow up and learn how to make decisions by yourself
People don’t like me. I talk too loud, I mumble, I say shitty things. I’m ignorant and uninformed with the passion and opinions of an expert. I don’t try to make anyone like me, I never really got that. After years of breaking my back to fit in, I still had people hate me. So I became my own hard-edged person. People don’t love me. I am not the girl who you fall in love with at first glance, or on the first date, or ever. I haven’t fallen in love with myself, but I can see the edges of myself, where I go, where I fit and do not. I will not fit the mold, but I never broke it either. I simply grew too big, too warped for those old confines. Indeed, I am alone on Saturday nights, and I have two or three good friends. And the people I like never give me googly-eyed looks of adoration. It sucks, and it hurts with the slow, growing ache of overwhelming fullness and also vast emptiness. But I can’t help but be anyone except me. Some misshapen clump of ideas and dreams. I am not a pretty little package.
I am a mess.