forever/never

I don’t think it’s you that deserves to bitch. You want to be rude over tumblr, then I get my chance, as well.

You really think we wouldn’t make it two years? Did you really just say that?

It’s nice to know that while I’m hoping to make it last, while I’m praying that we stay together and get married and have children, having all this faith, you’re saying things like, “like we’ll actually make it that long.” What the fuck? If that’s how you really feel about things, then why are we together?

All I ever do is pray, and hope, and forgive every lie, keep going back, and back, and back, thanking God Almighty that I found you, and all this other bullshit.

And then your sister, your very own sister, calls me a “lying, cheating, bitch” for utterly no reason, and you suddenly go online, and type out all of these things?
I’m sorry I’m a lying, cheating, bitch. My fucking bad.
You’re right, it’s really too bad that while I was at home doing my homework and listening to your voicemail, you were out doing drugs and partying it up, and being a fucking badass. That’s my fault, right?

I’m sorry things didn’t go your way and I just never found out about the weed. That’s my bad, as well. Did you really think that you could smoke weed in front of like, eighty people and me just never find out about it? Because that plan wasn’t really thought out. Or did you make up that plan when you were high?

I can go online and bitch, too.

i’ve cried more today than i have in a long time.

i’m done.

I’m done with people making fun of me. I’m done with people ignoring me, looking over me, not noticing anything I do. I’m done wasting my time with people that don’t give a shit. I’m done getting yelled at, being mocked, not being able to go a day without getting made fun of. I’m done with it. By the end of this year, you’ll know who I am. You’ll know what I do, you’ll know what my name is, and how to rightfully pronounce it. I’m done with sneers, with cat fights, with bitchy girls at lunch, and everything in between. I’m done being the punchline of everybody’s jokes, I’m done with people walking all over me, I’m seriously done. I’m done being the last one. I’m now going to become the only one. And if you don’t like it, too bad.

Get the fuck over it, because I’m done.

japanese cherry blossom.