I don’t know if it’s because I complain a lot, or if it’s because I’m sad, but everybody leaves me. Whenever I talk to someone new, I always tell them this. Everyone leaves me. I don’t know why like I already said, but I’m always left. I just get sad when they leave me and I hate it. This is why I hate being, well, alive. When I get lonely and someone leaves me, I have nobody. I would never leave anyone, so why does this always happen to me? Like seriously, why do people leave each other, don’t they hate it when others leave them?

The one thing I love about me more than anything else is how I don’t lie. I love to rant. I talk so much. I exude charisma and personality. Not swag, even though I have that. I just love to tell people how terrible/terrific they are. I have such a way with words, and I show it off! I will say what nobody else will, and that’s honestly what’s wrong with society. They don’t feel comfortable saying what’s on their mind and they’re afraid to hurt people. Well me, I’ve been hurt so much that I don’t care what people say or think about me and it’s grand. Not to care about how stupid people are. Call me conceited, cocky, asshole, prick, but remember, I’m the one that’s honest while you’re lying through your teeth. Go run your mouth in the nobody cares marathon, I’ll just talk the truth and laugh at how awful/amazing people are. So insult me if you must, I just wanted to remind you that I love to talk.

I’m going to do this and I hope everyone, including you, reads this post. -420.tumblr.com, or Ashley Lauren Hill fuck name, isn’t as great as you think so, neither is her “oh so perfect relationship”. Fuck that.　

Everyday I think about killing myself. Every. Day. I think about how everyone would be better without me. I think about how many people don’t need me. I wish that there was a way to show myself that I’m worth it, but I can’t see it. But then I remember that someone said they care about me. Someone I care for. The person I wanna be with. I just want to make her happy, and me being dead won’t make her happy. And there is the select few that I know that would be devastated. They are what I call my angels because each of them individually have stopped me. Multiple times. Mind you while I’m writing this I’m crying. I can’t bare to hurt those good people. I just want to make someone in my life as happy as they make me. I hope that’s true before the darkest thoughts in my mind win the battle, because I feel they might, and soon. I’m just scared to hurt those few that do care. I don’t want to be the cause of their pain, because I know how it is to lose someone close to you. It is the worst. So yeah, this is me venting with no viewers to read and now I’m going to cry some more while listening to Goo Goo Dolls.