Of caring for people who don't care for me.I swear I'm always the vent person, even if I don't consent to it. I'll listen, I'll comfort, I'll let them vent..But when it's my turn? No one will listen to me when I need it. Everyone tells me it'll pass, you'll feel better the next day and they move on. When I listen to their problems that go on and on for months.you know I hate it when people say you...

I really wish I didn't act on impulse so much.I thought this change would be better, but it's only worse.I just wish I could fast forward to the future.Then maybe I'll be able to actually do what I've been planning to do since forever, not just sitting here wasting time and hoping school goes by faster.Then again, I get the feeling that maybe I should drop out of school altogether.I mean it's not...

So every morning for the past two nights now, I've been thinking...about everything of course.I'm happy to say I'm over my ex! I woke up and realized I don't give a fuck what does anymore. He can have her, because looking back on it, it wouldn't have worked out anyways. I'm single yet again, but you know what's the rush? The longest relationship I have had is with myself, and that's the one I need...

Do I come off as someone you would just love to use?You don't know shit about me. You don't know where I come from, my interests, what I love, what I hate. NOTHING.Yet, you assume you can just walk over me like I'm a fucking piece of concrete. I don't understand. I keep to myself for a reason.It's the inevitable realization that of course, everyone gets used, because some people think it's...