I mean, I don’t have the right to judge but seriously. You complain about your dad being a total asshole and your mom being a bitch most of the time. At least you have a family to hate on. You say you can’t wait til you move out, well I dread that day. You complain about every single thing that goes wrong in your life, but you never look at the positive sides. I’m so jealous of you, it’s become hatred. I’m jealous that you have a family that can afford to get you tutoring and let you take dance classes and whatnot. Your parents are fine with you having a boyfriend. You’re freaking pretty. I hate to admit it, but I would love having your life. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life and I’m thankful for everything. I just wish you knew how many blessings God has granted you with.
I wish for someone to get me like he used to. I need someone that knows me better than I know myself. Because honestly, there’s been three people throughout my whole life that’s understood me better than I understood myself and none of them are around anymore. One of them passed away, and one doesn’t even talk to me anymore. The last one is still around me, but she’s busy with her own life right now, she’s happy. And my best friend, he doesn’t really know me that well, I know him better than he knows himself but he doesn’t know me better than I know myself. He knows me like how a best friend should know another best friend. But I need something more than that. I wish for someone that gets me and knows what’s right for me. I just need someone there.
Whether it’s my best friend who will start to know me better than I know myself or someone new, I just need someone.
Seriously, you just all need to grow up. I’m so pissed and I don’t want to say anything because I don’t have right to say anything, but really? You guys are all pushing this on yourselves. There’s a handful of kids that have A’s in her class. You know why? Because they work hard for their grade and they don’t rely on procrastination. They make an effort to get the grade they want. Don’t be complaining about how she’s a horrible teacher when you’re a horrible student.
And I ..
- miss you at times
- save your cute messages
- constantly think about you
- wait for your text and phone calls
- write your name when I’m bored in class
- get jealous when other people talk to you
- always smile till my cheeks start to hurt when talking to you
(Source: xnikkiboo)
I feel pathetic for even having the littlest hope of you sending me a quick text message. Just a simple hi, how are you? That’s all I ask for.
