Usually it would make me sad seeing some of my friendships die. People I used to have so much in common with have now become people I cannot stand. I don’t know if it’s because over the span of months I’ve changed, or they’ve changed, but at this moment, I really don’t care. I’m not going to apologize for us no longer being friends, nor am I sympathetic that we no longer have anything in common. Maybe we were just meant to be friends for that day, that month or that year. Not a lifetime. I’ve accepted the fact that not every single person in my life will stick with me through the ages. Sometimes they’re just meant for one conversation or two. Sometimes, analyzing a broken friendship isn’t the best approach, it’s best to just leave it be.
Wish you were here more than anything right now.
Sometimes, sanity and stability come from unexpected sources.
It’s that shit you can never shake off. It’s like a shadow you wish that would disappear, but instead it follows you around. You doubt yourself, and then you begin to doubt other people. I don’t need anymore negativity in my life, I don’t fuck with doubt. Fuck the negativity, fuck what you heard and fuck whatever you want from me — ain’t getting anything from me, not a fucking ounce of shit at all.
Boom. There it is. But it’s not that easy. You want it? Well, you work for that respect- you fight for the respect. Shit, you prove that you’re worth every ounce of respect that you believe you deserve. And once you’ve obtained it, no one - and I mean no one can ever strip you of what you’ve earned. Respect is hard to come by, because nowadays, respect is rarely given.
And even though I’m stuck in the eye of the storm, I’m fortunate enough to connect with someone who understands my troubles, problems, and worries. Someone who sits and listens, someone who takes the time to realize that things are easier said than done, someone who doesn’t force thoughts upon my fragile state of mind - rather, she nods her head and beckons for me to continue telling my story.
I’ve already said this once; Tumblr is is a place for me to post my deepest thoughts and feelings. It’s for me express myself, to write and vent because it helps me get things off of my chest.
I don’t respect the fact that you exemplify my Tumblr posts to others, and try to prove that I’m “verbally attacking” you. I was the one who told you to get a Tumblr, and if you can’t take my posts, you can either unfollow me or delete yours. Learn to respect me, my words, and everything I have to say. I don’t appreciate you bringing out my posts to prove that I’m such a “bitch”. This shit ain’t Myspace, take your dramatic nonsense somewhere else. We’re all almost adults, so can we please act like it? I can write whatever the hell I want about my life on my Tumblr. You’re just lucky enough to read about it.
All I have to really say is, your selfish attention and fame-craving-self is loving the limelight received every time you badmouth people.
But, uh, on the other hand… you should learn how to not make up stories and twist the fuck outta things that ain’t your business. This wasn’t a big deal until you told people and made it another big fucking deal. We have heard from plenty of people that you’re upset with us. This situation is out of hands, stop craving for attention.