so sick over this.
please don’t text me with: i read your post, are you okay?
i don’t need any of that
and then my dad comes in to tell me how good i have it here and how dare i be upset and how immature i am and how they’ve done absolutely nothing wrong and how little i show them that i appreciate what they do and if im having problems with other things not to put it on them.
it would be really great if people took responsibility for their own doings in others lives.
just because i’m upset about other things ASWELL doesn’t mean you’ve done nothing to add or create uncomfortable unliveable situations.
and the only reason i don’t respond to you or “have the decency to answer” is because all i have to say is FUCK YOU. YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE AND I CAN’T TAKE ALL THIS BULLSHIT. FUCK YOU.
today i:
fought with my dad, and stormed out of the house.
walked for two and a half hours in the heat.
got sun stroke.
came back home, tried not to throw up.
passed out for an hour.
woke up still no word from my boyfriend after seven hours during a mid-fight.
fuming and finally giving up i called him.
he was asleep and didn’t even realize how shitty he was about everything.
hung up on him.
today has been fucking awesome.
if i didn’t feel so sick i’d want to get the fuck out of here again.
you know just how to make things so much worse.
Dreams are real
sun stroke.
Bunnies on bunnies on bunnies (Taken with instagram)
- Zooey Deschanel (via awful-tough)
i feel sick.