all you ever gave me were opened wounds ,
i hardly ever update this thing, but i feel right now is the time where i just need to vent about everything because i’m still in a terrible fucking mood. i apparently have “fuck me over” written across my forhead, because it’s what happens everytime that i start to fall for someone. taylor, aka my first serious boyfriend; i lost my virginity to him, and then he broke up with me two weeks later. sad part is? he’d been my best friend for almost ten years. then i meet jon, and i think he’s different. we were together for almost two years, engaged for almost a year, and what happens? i got fucked over in the end; broken up with over a text message, and i didn’t even get a reason. so instead of being depressed over it, i decided to not think about it. i never even cried, because i focused on my friends instead of being upset. then i meet danny, and i think everything’s going well. he sends me cute text messages talking about how “i’m a one in a million kind of girl,” and that i’ll be in his dreams because i’m “on his mind a lot.” so i, of course, fall harder, like the fucking idiot i am. and what happens? i get fucked over. again. i, like the idiot i am, had sex with him and thought that it meant something. it did to me, not so much to him because guess what? fucker stopped talking to me that same day, and then goes and gets a girlfriend. and it’s not even just guys. the people i used to think were my best friends? yeah, they talked shit behind my back and didn’t think i would find out. and you know what? i’m so fucking tired of being the girl everyone decides to walk all over. i’m done. fuck guys, fuck relationships, and fuck friends who do nothing but talk shit. you can get out of my life, kthnx. on a lighter note, thank you to the few people i talked to that let me vent to them and said something that made me smile, or made me laugh. you know who you are <3
