Eh, nobody will read that anyway, especially the ones I bother.
So much has been on my damn mind lately, it’s just been tearing me apart. Like for example, a friend of mine told me last week that I just have this look that just makes her want to punch me and be angry for no reason. Now, although she was just only joking with me, she is partially true. When I text or message somebody, I just so happen to either be ignored, or I just so happen to bother them at such a wrong time.
Another thing is that I’m just getting sick and tired of being so fucking alone — I just want to cuddle with someone and forget about all the bad things in this world, but every time I even attempt to go for someone, they’re either taken, or just simply not interested, and I respect that. I know there will be people going to tell me that other people have it worse, like not having a mother or father anymore; or even telling me that I’m just being selfish and how I’m only doing this just to get some ass or something. Well, whatever. I really do feel bad for those people out there who lost their close ones, but comparing that to my problem is just stretching it — it’s as if you want me to feel worse or something.
I want to post this on Facebook, but people (especially certain people) would just joke about how I’m acting like a sap or I’m just acting like a white knight for attention. So I’m just going to post this here, instead.
I’m sorry for joking around, Megan.
I’m sorry for constantly bothering you with messages, Dominique.
I’m just tired of being alone and bothering people.