// Parents.//

My parents are so fucking annoying. They have absolutely zero trust in me which makes me never want to tell them a single fucking thing. You want to teach me a lesson on how cruel the fucking world is? Well, maybe if you didn’t think it was so fucking cruel, it wouldn’t be like that. Okay, there are a handful of dipshits out there but that doesn’t me the whole fucking world is out to get you. I just wanted you to do a simple task. Sons of a bitches. 

sigh. The only thing I want to do in life is say I told you so and that is exactly what I’m going to do. 

Time doesn’t heal all wounds, it makes you forget them. But if you forget them, how do you learn from them? 

Time doesn’t heal all wounds, it makes you forget them. But if you forget them, how do you learn from them? 

(via hewhodwellsondreams-deactivated)

// Depression //

I think something’s wrong with me but I don’t know who to tell. So, sadly, I’m telling my Tumblr that no one knows exists!
I went to a party last night and spent a lot of it crying in the bathroom to some asshole. To be honest, I don’t know how all the events unfolded but I do remember not knowing he would be there. As I was about to open the door, I saw him walking around and almost immediately convinced myself to get back in my car and drive home. Unfortunately, I had brought a friend with me so I took a few deep breaths and went in. Biggest mistake.
I’m not sure what my thought process was but I basically didn’t want to be able to even see him and somehow I thought downing 10 shots instantly would do the trick. Well, I eventually couldn’t see but I didn’t forget he was there.
I don’t know what went on for a couple hours but in the end I was in the bathroom asking if I could talk to him. Someone brought him in and then I started crying even harder.
I actually have a lot to say to him. I wish I could tell him how much I hate him. Even though I don’t. I wish I could tell him why I can’t get over him and what he had meant to me all that time. I wish I could tell him how many times I cried over him. Above all, though, I wish he would tell me what happened and be over and done with it. I wish he would tell me how much he hates me and that he never liked me from the start. It sounds painful but at least I would be able to believe it.
Despite all my wishes, I don’t think I got a single word out and all I remember is him saying “it just didn’t work out and I’m an asshole.”
Even today, a single mention of last night causes my eyes to start watering. My chest literally hurts and it fucking sucks. Why did I let him get so close? I’m so stupid.

// Last night.//

Shit, what did I do.

All the love I have faded
As winter came, winter stayed
The promises spring taken
Burried under ice betrayed
Triple A

// Mistake?//

R: what are your “views”
  exactly
me: LOL WHO KNOWS ANYMORE
 R: lol
  thats the problem
 me: dont have any
 R: im sure you do
  there must be some things that you enjoy and some things that bother you
  im not talking about careers or anything
  just things
  you might not realize it
  but it’s there

  I made the “mistake” of telling someone I wasn’t currently attending any sort of school yesterday. I’ll call him R. Huge fail. It reminded me of one of the “Myths of Communication” I read in a textbook earlier this semester. It was something along the lines of “Communication can be reversed.” As in, it’s possible to take back the things you communicate which was seen in it’s literal form during this conversation…I was trying to copy and paste two sentences from a previous conversation I had had with someone else and didn’t realize I had highlighted the entire conversation —> copied it —> pasted it —> and pressed enter. Google Talk…fucking troll. 
  Nonetheless, I had a minor silent breakdown and felt the obligation to continue talking to him so as to not ruin our friendship and risk him telling other people about my whereabouts. In the end, it was a lot more enlightening than I had imagined it would be.
He talked about how he was having the same problem with finding his passion. The difference is, he will have completed his Bachelor’s Degree by next Fall. I wonder, if you know what you want to do, is it worth giving up years of work in something else to pursue it? Or, as my parents would say, just label it as a hobby? I think people are afraid to pursue the things they like because they don’t want to admit they’ve wasted time trying to do something else. Some even eventually convince themselves that what they are currently doing is what they are passionate about and give up on the possibility of anything else. 
  In my case, I’ve wasted a lot of time. And I’m still wasting time. Finding what I like to do, want to do, who I am…all that crap. But I think I’m okay with doing this over going to college and getting a degree. Or, at least that’s what I keep telling myself. 

// Crying.//

Why does crying feel so good and so bad at the same time? 

Why is it you cry when you’re sad, but also when you’re happy? 

The fuck are these tears? 

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