I hate feeling this way. I hate not being able to talk to anyone about it with. I hate how no one understands. I hate school. I hate people. I hate this town. I hate this state. I hate this world. I have my life.
I wish you would be the type of boyfriend who actually like cared and helped me when things were wrong and would listen when I tell you I’m sorry.. I actually truly do mean it but you just won’t listen and I know you actually don’t believe me, even though you say you do. I know you were in a bad mood and I’m sorry, but I can’t take serious situations well and I hope you can accept that. And I hate it when you try and pull the guilt trip on me. Like it really isn’t necessary and I don’t really like it.
Then there’s my mom. I appreciate everything she does for me but she still is mean to me and tries to treat me like shit and say I do that to her, when really its her. Like yeah, I can be disrespectful to her sometimes, but I apologize to her most of the time when I am, she never does. She’s like a little kid.
I’ve just been so annoyed by everything and everyone lately. Why can’t things be easy and nice? I seriously wonder what I’d be like if I moved?
