5/27

All I really want is for every person that I care about, to care for each other. All of you do is put each other down over stupid bull shit. Yes, some of my friend do drugs, but I still love them. Doing stupid shit doesn't make you a bad person. How dare you even think that. You don't know them, all you see is the bad. Why can't you see that? She doesn't make me do anything that I don't want to. I'm not some little girl that needs to be looked after. I know what I want to do in my life. But when you turn around and make the comment that you did, 'well fuck it', how the fuck do you think that makes me feel? You tell me that you feel like people are using me, calling the shots, or pulling the strings. But I'll let you in on something. I'm not a fucking puppet. I'm not a rag doll. I'm not a Barbie. I'm not a doll baby. I am an adult, I make the calls in my life. No one else will ever use me, I'm doing being used.


Another thing.


Why is it that I can ever seem to be fucking happy for myself. Is this a thing now or something? I just wanted a good fucking birthday. I fucking gave you fair warning that this shit was going to be there. But you get pissed at me because I told you I wanted to fucking do it. HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF MY FRIEND IF YOU-- You know what, never mind. It doesn't matter. You wont read this. You stopped reading them. Because you don't fucking care. Last time you looked at my blog you said I was fucking crazy.


I told you, you had two options.

I won't be hung up on you, and just a friend at the same time.


From what you've showen me, I'm nothing to you.

That's fine.

Bye.