Tumblr is my best friend.
i miss cassie and kris. they stay true.
i HATE how people think they know me better then i know myself. and how when i say i’m going to do something, they assume they know what they’re talking about and argue me on what it is I’M going to do. it’s my gosh damn life, and i’m sick of living it for other people. in prescott, people seem to think they know my story, know reasons behind my morals, know the real me. news flash kids, no one out here knows who i really am. don’t believe me? i don’t care anymore. you can sit here reading this thinking of every name in the book to call me, or laughing just because my life isn’t “perfect”. but quite frankly, two more years and i’m gone. so why should i honestly care? when i say i’m done i’m done. and yes, this crap is over with. because i am done. everyone here can stop saying i’m their “best friend”, because no, i’m not.. not with the way i’m being treated. you can forget that bullshit. learn to treat me right, and we’ll go from there. but for now, i don’t have a best friend here. nor do i need one. because why would i want to be put through this constantly? i don’t need anyone’s pity, don’t accuse me of going ‘emo’, and don’t try and laugh at what i’m doing. it won’t work, idgaf.
so for now, i’m going to write. i’m going to write because i enjoy to. didn’t know that? not suprised.