No one understands me and I don’t think anyone will. No one makes the effort to make ME happy. It’s always about them. So what if I almost killed myself in a car accident just now? They’ll have a shock on their face for a couple seconds and then forget about it. No one realizes I’m alone, I’m possibly crazy, I’m sick, I’m actually right sometimes, I’m sad, I’m depressed, I’m missing my family. 8 months ago I was so happy and I knew it. That was the best month and a half of my life. I just got to relax and be worry free… I had people who loved me and I loved them. They cared for me, they really did and I had to leave it all behind for this. For fights everyday, For the flood that ruined my life and destroyed everything we ever worked hard for, for my mom being crazy, for my dad not giving a shit about me. God I hate him. I hate my dad. I hate him for everything he’s ever done. for drinking, for cheating, for lying, for deceiving, for being aggressive, for leaving, for forgetting about me. You guys would think this rant is just immature and emotional but it’s real. No one actually wants to sit down and listen to me without getting paid. Goodbye cruel world, you won’t hear from me for a while. I’m giving up Facebook and tumblr and twitter. The only thing I’ll still use is my Facebook messaging incase anyone wants to talk to me (I doubt that)



