Sick.
I’m so sick of feeling taken for granted. For feeling like I’m here for everyone else’s use. I’m sick of feeling not good enough. I’m sick of having all of my hope and happiness get stomped upon by bad news. I’m sick of having all of this happen to me. I just want something good. Anything. Something that will stay. Something that will always be true. I can’t take this anymore. I’m sick of the heartache and the loneliness.
I think I pretend to have close friends, when I really have no one. At the end of the day, I can’t think of anyone who would be there for me when I needed it most.
Right now is one of those times. And I’m totally and utterly alone.
And my 21st Birthday and Spring Break are going to suck now. Thanks life.
You are more than good enough and I’m going to make sure that you have the best 21st Birthday ever.
