At this point I don’t care about looking like a bitch, I’m tired of being such a pushover. Been too nice to people especially the ones who have fucked me over. I’m all about kindness and all but shit…now people are just taking advantage of me.
hello from planet robert
Guys are just not doing it for me. It’s true, I really pick the wrong ones.
The single life is still overrated but I’d rather be single than have a million empty hookups or worthless flings.
Sitting back now…enjoying the show instead of being in it.
Made me think if I died, what would people have to say about me? What would they remember me by?
I won’t ever know as long as I’m alive but all I can do is live my life moment by moment.
I don’t want anybody crying at my funeral though…and I want everyone wearing white. No black. Make my mother happy lol.
And there sure as hell better be a buffet afterwards and a hell of an afterparty. Because I would want all my friends and family to celebrate my life, together.
I’m a catch…I have my flaws but shit…I am a RARE ass catch.
But no one seems to want me. They catch me and then they let me go.
When will anyone want to hook me for good?
Nobody gives a FUCK about your problems.
In the end all you’ve got is you - that’s the mentality that sinks its teeth into the very basis of every living soul.
I feel like crying
People outside think I can handle everything but when shit gets real I’m easily broken.
It’s like I’m never even satisfied. When I do let people know what I’m feeling, I just end up feeling like a guilty child. Everyone ends up worrying about me or telling me what could happen if I keep doing the shit I do.
There’s no winning for me right now.
It seems like I put myself in dumb situations all the time. I honestly have no right to complain or feel anything because these are the consequences I have to deal with.
I know so much better than this. But I do less than the standards I try to uphold.
