I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

of the throbbing pain in my chest every time i hear you say her name. i don't know why i'm all of a sudden a pyscho, jealous bitch. she's not even pretty.

you know what else i'm sick of? staying up until 5 am because we had another fight. i'm sick of you leaving even when you know i'm dying inside. i'm sick of your dumb ass parents who treat you like a fucking two year old instead of a soon to be 18 year old.

i'm sick of missing you. when you're gone, i feel like somethings missing. so when you don't make an effort to hang out, you don't know what you put me through. but the worst part is, i don't think you care. at least, you don't show it. you don't even make an effort to pretend you care.

i'm sick of not believing you. i wish i could.

i'm sick of all my blogs being depressing and stupid rather than filled with joy and love like they used to be.

today; I finally figured out that I'm going to be okay.