what.the.fuck.

Okay so, wtf ever happened to "to be continued?" I am so tired of literally nobody taking it upon themselves to figure the mystery out. I hate it. I hate you and your silly games. I'm sick of someone seeing me as just a toy. If you don't want anything to do with me THEN LEAVE ME ALONE. I'm tired of giving in, and I'm tired of people giving up. Everyone has their own little heads warped around some lovey dovey lie they tell themselves to keep their hearts at bay. We're all just a bunch of pathetic losers pretending to be something we're not. And what are we, exactly? I am fed up. I'm fed up with you and having to tip toe around the things you say. I'm fed up with trying to convince myself that everything is going to turn out for the better: ITS NOT. I am fed up with myself. For allowing myself to trust people; giving in to them way too easily. I am fed up always needing comfort. I am even more upset that I can't seem to find it. Your roots dig towards the pits of Hell while your branches stretch towards the Heavens. I'm losing my faith in human kindness. In friendship. In love. Its all a bunch of lies. Its the shit they feed you in Elementary school to give you something to look forward to. I'm tired of looking for reasons. Of trying to be optimistic. I shouldn't have to try. I'm so sick of everybody.