3365.) Even though I managed to move on, every once in awhile, I will think of us and our story. And that's when I start to cry, knowing our story ends there and the only thing I can do is reread our story over and over again.
no one understands the lengths i will go to get what i want, to hurt people so in the end i’m happy. i don’t know why i do it. i am selfish. i don’t care. but then again i do. this monday is a very bad day. i don’t understand this. it’s a letdown. i was willing to steal the person my friend is dating just so i can be happy. i don’t know why i do this. why do i do this? why do i do this? just why? everything is so fucking confusing. i’m not happy. i’m not okay. i will not bring this up if we have a conversation, i won’t talk about it unless you are 1 of my 4 best friends. no one will hear about it. it will disappear and no one will know it exists. just like this whole crush and everything i was willing to crush in it’s path. hopefully seeing people tomorrow will help me. no one will ever understand the negativity inside of me, the fact i was willing to crush my friend. no one.
3238.) I used to live in Africa, but my parents made me move to Illinois and go to a public high school. I have two friends: one is “too gay to function” and the other one might be a crackhead lesbian. I’ve started hanging out with the Plastics, but I’m planning total plastic sabotage. I feel kind of bad about it, but Regina George is a backstabbing ho bag.
“…Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortion ers will inherit the kingdom of God” (1 Corinthians 6:9-10).
people really inspire me. they let everyone know they’re humans. it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to hurt, it’s okay to let it all out. when people close everything up and hold it all in, all it does is make them irritable and closed off. i love people who are real, who are honest. i love the peope who aren’t afraid of getting hurt, who are vulnerable. i love the people who admit they’re afraid of getting hurt, but take a chance for the ones they care about. i love when people get their hopes up for something, even when they aren’t sure of the outcome, it proves that they’re real, that they can still love after hurt.
and i guess all summed up, i’m starting to love people in general.