March 2011
i love when
i finally feel like i’m not a fuck up and something like this happens and makes me remember:
i’ve always been the black sheep of my family.
i always get into more trouble than any of them.
why is that? am i that reckless? i’m obviously a disappointment, or i wouldn’t hear something similar to that every day from someone related to me.
Why does this always have to fucking happen to me?
am i really that bad of a driver?
guess so. that, or i pay for every little mistake i make every time i make one.
it’s always at the worst times too.
when i really don’t need any shit to happen to me.. it always does.
like a test of how much i can take and how much pressure i can put on myself, how much patience i can have, and how much positivity i can keep.
okay, so let the next...
it's so frustrating
when you lose a friend; not for the actions they’ve made necessarily..
but their unwillingness to listen to how you feel about it and make it right.
you can’t move forward in a friendship unless you both have that understanding of how the other feels and atleast an attempt at making it right.
don’t tell me that i’m “hurting you too..” okay, yeah.. me making...
