Life goes on. Trees grow back. Teeth fall out. Hair gets cut. Hearts get broken. Love is made. Baby’s are born, Humans die. Roads are built.
I’m SO SICK OF YOU GETTING PIISSED AND EN TRYING TO FUCKING PRESSURE ME INTO SMOKING WHEN I DONT WANT TO. HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to FUCKING scream whenever you do. When I say I’m good on that, don’t fucking pout and then continuously push it in my god damn face. YOU ARE THE REASON IM STILL A FUCKING POT SMOKER, YOU ARE THE REASON IM NOT PURSUING MY DREAMS, AND IM FINNNNNNAAAALLLLLLLYYYY GETTING TRULEY SICK OF IT. capitalization of my letters DO NOOT express how much I just want to scream. my hearts going to break when the day comes that I actually break it off. Ugh I can’t, I just can’t. I have no words right now. I lost my fucking train of thought. I need summer. I need to more away from here. I need to purse my fucking dreams because I’m slowly dying inside right now. Little by little I wither away into depression, into nothing. Till sooner or thater I will have nothing and nooo one left. I want my life back. And if that means I have to be ‘single’ for the rest of my life to be happy. Then so be it.
Wow. That was a rant that was noooot supposed to happen. But it did and I feel better.