I'm so fucking done with life but the worst part is that I can't even fucking leave because I don't know how that would affect anyone and what comes afterwards. Not that I fucking matter to anyone as it is. Not that anyone even cares about me. Not that I come first for anyone. Not that my existence matters. Everyone's out to get me. I'm an idiot because I push everyone away. Making it worse.
"You inspire me, you amaze me. You truly have it all. The way your eyes light up with the moon, it just says it all. Beyond this world, there's no one who can be, so perfect , like a dream come true. You make me want to believe." -melissa
You are now following blogs that I have followed forever. Are you a designer, you did not know who Becky Jarvis was, she should have been your boss, who are you? Just find your own things, and leave me alone. I'm not kidding.Hun, Dear, Hugs, and Friend. Poor Kathy. Leave me alone!I have asked so nicely, you choose to stalk me. Find someone else, I mean it, you are frightening me.