Buffalo, NY => Denver, CO
Weird/ Biking/ Street Art/ Travel
I’m not really expecting much more for myself. I’m going home. I’m going to hide in my room, and when everyone is as sick of my shit and has forgotten about me, problem solved. I’m not doing good for myself or anyone else.
Do you ever wonder why you’re still here and breathing? My whole life I’ve never been good at anything, I wasn’t raised right. I’ve got no goals, no ambitions. I’ve got nothing. Every day I force someone to put up with me. I’ve never been happy. I just know that I’m not meant to be here long. I’ve felt like this my whole life and here I am. Nothing ever changes, I’ll never change. I’m always going to be a manic miserable bitch who ruins everyone’s time. Every relationship I’ve ever been in I’ve ruined. I hurt the people who mean the most to me. I expect far more than I deserve. I don’t want to do this or be this person anymore. I’m just so sick of trying for something that will never happen.