There comes a point in your life when you're just plain tired.
Tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix things.
It's not giving up.
It's realizing you don't need certain people
and all the bullshit and the baggage they bring along with them.
It's official. Almost all of us have onsugars cept bing and sha (whom never had a blog to begin with).
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I hate how dispensable I am to people. I hate how people feel they can just forget about me, replace me, erase me without even a second thought. It's like I don't matter to anyone. And hey, I mean I don't blame you. I'm no-one special. I just thought you were different. I had more faith in you. And you took that, ripped it up, shoved it in my face and walked away without ever looking back.
Okay i've decided that screaming and saying fuck a lot doesn't really get my point across. Sometimes silence is the most violent option to choose.
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