why does it feel like everyone has more fun/friends/experiences/things to offer/luck/insert other thing here.

i fucking hate everything. it all sucks. i want nothing to do with anyone/anything/life in general.

and you. i especially fucking hate you tonight. you never care about anyone else’s time but yours. i fucking wait around for you all the fucking time and you don’t even care in the slightest.

AND

since i am upset about this you don’t even want to hang out now. 

well FUCK YOU.

YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHAT JOKE.

i don’t mean that, but i feel that way right now. just sitting around crying my eyes out all alone in my shitty little bedroom.

thinking about how mad you make me.

i’m glad you’re not hanging out with her tonight, you’re probably fucking her and the other one too.

well fuck you. it isn’t like you seem to give a damn about our relationship anymore. everything is my fucking fault anyways isn’t it?

but i can’t say its yours can i? 
because then i’ll have to listen to you tell me how i blame everything on somebody else.

why do i waste my life away with this pile of shit.

FUCK