Instead, I come home and I start crying and I can’t stop.

I’ve never had more of a hard time proving to someone I care about them than now. It’s frustrating me so much to the point of tears.

God, karma, why do you have to be such a bitch?

I care too much, even for people I barely know. You could be someone I see on the street and I will wonder how you are and if you’re okay, and then I will hope that you are happy.

I get attached to people too easy and it sucks. Therefore, I like to keep my distance from someone unless they make an effort to know me.

I hate it when people are upset. I hate it even more when they can’t talk to me so I can make them feel better. Kind of sucks. /;

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Please tell me that SOME GOD is toying around with me. PLEASEEEEEE

FUCK. MY. LIFE.

All around her, people stare as she slowly falls apart…

Blah.