sugarpill

It's three thirty in the morning. I'm a little drunk, a lotta worn out, and hella pissy. This? This is fucking bullshit. I'm just screaming it over and over in the car on the drive home. I want to know why I am going out to the club alone, and why I sit there all night, alone. I want to know why I consider myself lucky if people talk to me for more than five minutes at a time. I want to know why fucking fat people are making out on the floor and I'm sitting there ALONE. I want to know why some ugly fucking guy can wear a g-string and fishnet stockings, and WHITE MAKEUP ON HIS FACE, and go home and get some from his lover, and me? no I get NOTHING. I get NOTHING. This is BULLSHIT. What the fuck is the point of being in a relationship with someone if their going to whine about being tired all the time, and never feel "in the mood." What the fuck is the point of fighting to maintain a TWO YEAR RELATIONSHIP, only to go out ALONE, come home ALONE, and get NOTHING. I'm fucking SICK OF IT.

I'm also sick of reading the livejournals of people who won't even TALK to me anymore. I'm such a pathetic piece of shit.