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Jaded
The bucket.
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4695.) everyday i convince myself i am too ugly, fat and generally imperfect to ever find my true love.
(via blogsecret)
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3260.) i support you in everything you do, i wish you would care the same to care for me.
(via blogsecret)
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In an attempt to clear things up with some people,
the only thing I think I’ve managed to achieve is to make myself sound psycho.
I really don’t know how to express whatever I feel in words.
I’m not angry or anything, nor sad I’m just…
tired.
I hate sounding like a needy bitch but
i fucking am.
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I’m so tired of everyone treating me like that.
Maybe to me, I feel that such acts of sacrifice is normal and I would do that to any of you who needs me, no matter what time what day to the best of my ability.
And I believe you know that I’ve tried my best.
My issues aren’t pressing enough to be placed priority over your sleep I guess.
Even when I begged you, “I feel really bad and I need to talk.”
I got a “I have school tomorrow, let’s talk tomorrow instead?”
Sorry Nicole,
You’ve never really been there for me during the nights I feel sad and lonely.
Your personal life is always more important… Our values are different I guess.
I always let you rely on me, but can’t I rely on you?
If this continues we can’t be “best friends”… I think never were.
The talk?
How about never.
It’s one too many times you can turn a person down.
I’m not ALWAYS happy and okay with things happening around me, despite looking like I recover fast.
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Seriously?
I’ve had enough.
What was the use of talking with you anyway?
You don’t even make much of an effort.
Perhaps I’m not important to you as a friend.
I really hate myself for not keeping my own word.
But I should’ve known better after all this shit.
I’m really starting give up on you.
You can have other people answer your questions and comfort you.
You don’t need me.
You won’t even talk/call me if I don’t do so to you.
