For once I’m glad I don’t have a Valentine. I don’t want someone to tell me they love me because of a holiday, I don’t want someone to love me for a day. I want someone that will be there the rest of the year.
It has been neither the best nor the worst birthday. But it’s MY birthday and I am happy. One year older. One year wiser. :D
Oh how I miss this. No more summer movies. :’( We had some good times.
Not tired like you think, I could stay up the whole night if I wanted to. I’m tired of all this shit of always messing something up. I mess everything up. I’m tired of being here in this cruel place, where people don’t have the balls to tell you how they feel. I’m tired of being yelled at, I’m tired of being question, I’m tired of being the reason for everyone’s constant yelling. I’m tired of being the cause to everyone’s problems. I’m tired of having the fault for everything yet not knowing how I’m at fault. I’m tired of people not believing in me. I’m tired of the fact that I’m so fucking young and can’t do anything about it. I’m tired of feeling as if I’m in the wrong time and body. I’m tired of not being able to maintain myself. I’m tired of not feeling beautiful and getting actual compliments. I’m tired of not knowing who my real friends are. I’m tired of missing people who don’t miss me back. I’m tired of backstabbing family members. I’m tired of the drama, I’m tired of the pain, I’m tired of the tears. Most of all I’m just tired of being here. So I prefer sleeping it all away because sometimes dreams are better than reality, and I still haven’t found away to sleep forever. I’m tired of being me.
