I got accepted into the school of my dreams where some of my favorite actors such as Anne Hathaway, Paul Rudd, Danny Devito, Adrienne Brody, and much more have been to: The American Academy for Dramatic Arts in New York City!!!!
“if I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere”
don’t worry, not like a race or sexuality or anything
but there’s a group of people that hang out with eachother that I am aquinted with. who just constantly fucking annoy me. I don’t care if i sound like a bitch.
I JUST WISH YOU GUYS HAD NEVER MET EACHOTHER, YOU ANNOY ME DEEPLY.
and I know for a FACT i’m not the only person who feels this way.
I like to think I have good friends or best friends… But I honestly sometimes wonder if any of them even really care. Like, I know some do, but half the time, I feel like I annoy them.
….and most of the time… they almost always have something better to do than hang out with me.
What hurts the most is when I see a whooole group of my “friends” hanging out together… and then, no one even thought to invite me. and that hasn’t happened just once or twice… it happens a lot. and very often.. I hate it. I miss my BEST friends. But BOTH of them moved far away. I hate this.
I’m just going to fucking play Halo.
the guy that I like, just told me he’d rather go talk to someone else. He was joking of course and said I’m sorry like 674329 times.
But still, ouch.
AND it’s the one girl that he may like.
IN OTHER WORDS, QUIT POINTING OUT MY FLAWS AND CRITICIZING ME AND JUDGING ME AND BUY A FUCKING MIRROR.
You know what? Whatever, I’m done.
Look, there it goes!
The last fuck I gave.
How about you take all the bullshit you’re trying to feed me, shove it in a sandwich and choke on that bitch.
Kay, I don’t fucking understand why everybody has to get so hostile about things. Jesus, take a freaking chill pill.
I’m righhhht here, I won’t treat you that way, I won’t cause problems, I know how to appreciate something when I’ve got it. You don’t have to worry about ANY of those things with me. There won’t be drama. I can wait, I understand.
But no, I’m just not good enough..
I really hate the feeling of regret. The feeling that you shouldn’t have met someone, done something, or even said something. I hate making mistakes. You’d think i’d learn from them after the first time.