beautifulxalone

I'm so fucking pissed off right now.
I punched my punching bag until my knuckles started bleeding. I felt like I could be on there for HOURS.

I sat up worrying and wondering, and thinking last night...over a conversation that you don't even REMEMBER.

I'm done. I'm done with you making me feel like shit. I'm done with you accusing me and talking in circles, and not listening to a goddamn word I say. I'm done with trying to explain myself to you. Did I mention that I'm done with you making me feel like shit? Oh, and you thought that by saying I'm sorry, and that you feel really bad about it, would make it okay? You need to stop letting the liquor talk for you. It gets you nowhere. Nowhere fast.


I feel like I'm such an asshole in everything I do and say. I feel like I let everyone down, and that I'm just a fucking annoyance. I'll just hide in the corner forever, and you'll never even know that I exist.


Fuck.

I'm leaving tomorrow for Willaimsport just to be able to get away and forget for a few days. Even a few hours would be nice.

See you on Wednesday.


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