stressing-out & cramming work & crying myself to sleep tonight
my life; good stuff
It’s like I know subconsciously I don’t deserve to be happy so…anger.
I tell myself I’ll be patient and understanding, but nothing prepared me for how worthless I feel.
My mother doesn’t know that she makes me cry almost every single night, because of the absolute anger, hatred, and all those indescribable emotions of pure disgust I feel towards her. You don’t want the best for anyone; you value only what is beneficial to you. You have no compassion, only your image.
Maybe I’m a fool.
I hold onto your every word, truth or not.
I’m your fool inlove.
To have your words completely disregarded by the one person in the world that you thought would listen no matter what; yeah, that shit hurts.
Especially when you know you’ll never stop trying.