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I'm about sick of this shit to be honest.
I'm done. Like fuck off. If you don't like what I say on my blog unfollow me, don't repost my shit and put sassy ass comments on it. Im a very nice person but please don't put stuff like that, its rude.
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How do you live with this?
How do you walk around, how do you have the guts to lift your head up and get on with your daily life, depending on your girlfriend heavily, financially? How do you even find the face to look at her, knowing she's the one who supports you? How do you even have the balls to face anyone?
Don't you have any sense of shame or pride? Depending on your girlfriend for financial support.
It's not like she's a millionaire's daughter or shes filthy rich. You're depriving her of so much by your inability to manage your own finances.
This is not love. You should just leave, for her good. You're indirectly robbing her of so much more happiness, you selfish pig.
Pimp. I really hate pimps. Especially if you depend on my friend.
i wake up everyday so pissed off. not at anything in particular. just at the simple fact i woke up. that my heart didn’t stop over night &i open my eyes to see my bedroom. why can’t i just die? every ounce of my being wants to die, but it just won’t happen. i can’t do it to myself cuz i’m sure my grandma would die of a broken heart. i just want to die. fall asleep &die. that’s not a lot to ask for. just to stop functioning...
Can we live without death? Can we love without hate? Can we want without need? Do we ever really live enough to appreciate that we can never truly grasp one without the other? That a concept has no meaning without an opposing force. If hate is what's inside us. And hate it what defines us. Then we will use our hate to drive us. And let death not deprive us. Do we want this or do we need this? You can always rinse the surface but the stain will remain.
