If you tell me I need to smile more, you can go fuck yourself.
Definitely going to start taking my own advice about not getting involved with men, or anyone that I’ll never be good enough for.
Looking at my history, I really should have known that nothing is ever going to be different; I’m just going to end up alone and hurting over and over again.
Which leads me to the conclusion that I don’t need anyone to come into my life and then leave me in worse shape than I already am.
I’m not going to lie, it’s going to really fucking suck to be alone on my birthday.
On a positive note, everything could be over if I was selfish enough to finish it. I guess I’m not as selfish as I thought.