I will try to fix you..
When you think you’re having the worst month ever, you need to think of all the good things that have happened. Tonight I went out with two of my lovely boy fraaans; started off with coffee; wal-mart; strippers; karaoke; tim hortons; tim hortons washroom as my friend vomited. I never vent really, and the only place I really do so is on tumblr. (It feels sooooo good to just write things out.) I need an actual journal or something.
I don’t see why people feel the need to use me. It’s like I have vulnerable stamped on my forehead or something. Am I really that gullible to everyone’s bullshit? Do I honestly just fall for every little thing someone says or wants me to do? You know how you have those friends that pick on you once in a while? Yeah, I have one too. Tonight kind of crossed the line when he repeatedly smacked me in the back of the head as I drove his drunk-ass back and forth across town without one single thank you. Tonight I realized I miss someone I really shouldn’t. Someone who used me for five months, and then one day just stopped texting me. Thanks. One of the worst decisions I have ever made was keeping you around the second time. Tonight I realized I am being a terrible friend to the ones I should be holding on so, so tightly to. I miss our late night walks, our late night talks, our bike rides, our music sharing, or novel sharing, your fantasy tales, your non-fiction tales; I miss our friendship. I miss who I used to be. I miss being happy.
I’m sorry for this. You don’t need to ask me how I am..
