:(
I hate feeling like this. I feel like I complain about the same shit over & over again. And no, nobody but my boyfriend (yes, boyfriend - ask me if I give a fuck about your opinion) knows the half of it. Every time I feel like shit, I feel the need to keep it to MYSELF only because I don’t feel the need to fuck anyone else’s mood up. I just ask myself, what’s the point? If I’m thinking about one thing, it leads onto another and that leads onto ANOTHER. It’s like a never-ending chain.
I don’t know… one day I’m just going to lose it.
I’m gonna lose my motherfucking mind.
