fuckin’ a.
i swear i’ve gotta be a masochist for this shit or something. know im gonna be hurt by it but i just keep fucking walking into it, like expecting a room to be full of at least shit that won’t hurt me and getting jumped every time- except by now i’ve figured that it’s all bad and i just keep going.
at least now i’ve got something to fucking build my rage off of. glad to see that you’re so fucking happy now- and glad to see that i’ve been delightfully erased from your list of cares because of it. and yeah, it is a lack of giving a fuck- with everything i sacrificed for months- months- you fucking dropped me in, what? a week?
thank god that i got out of that shit, at least. that’s one bright side in this whole thing- it would’ve been worse if i had been in a serious relationship with someone who just didn’t fucking care about me. oh wait!
you won’t even read this, i know. less of a ‘you’ you and more of a metaphysical ‘everyone’ you. as in i’m a rageful angry lonely kid who hates the world. and the world is apparently voting to hate me back. i do know that i haven’t lost all my friends in this, at least- you guys may not know it, but your comments on my shit still mean the world to me. ;x; thank you.
ah well, what can you do. more pokemon!
