oh hello, tendencies.
fuck off please and thank you.
i don’t need this persistent want of isolation.
it is sunday, i feel like shit.
constantly getting blown off helps, you know?
my friends have their own lives now.
i knew i was out of the circle a long time ago.
so fuck you all very much, for not trying.
i don’t need you anymore.
because it’s more than obvious that you’ve moved on.
everyone changes and i stay the same.
this is some cruel fucking joke that life has played.
HAHA. you get the last laugh, always, don’t you?
this has been the morbid, crazy ramblings of schizotypal/bipolar teenage girl.
go on. judge me.
good nite. fuck everyone.
