I give up. I’m done trying. Done smiling. Done making an effort. Done bettering myself. Done making friends and done trying to keep them. Done with tumblr. Got a new razor and that’s all the company I need. Have fun patting yourselves on the back for understanding jack shit about people. Bye guys.
Just sent a text that I wish I hadn’t. It was crazy and I’m not going to get a response anyway I’m just going to sit around stressing and jumping every time my phone does anything and getting pissed off at anyone who texts me that isn’t the one and only person I want to hear from.
This is it. If there’s no response to this, I really don’t know what’s going to happen to me.
I told a customer today that she was dead. It’s not like it matters, it was a stranger, they don’t need to know the truth. But I said it anyway. It felt right to say. I don’t understand anything anymore.