morbidechoes's blog: "Broken && Confused"

[Not for anyone in particular. I just felt like writing a little something.. ] Just like always, you come in to ruin the day. Never again will I trust what you say. I hate that little note you left. And the way it was folded just so right. Makeup all over the place. Lookin' like a fuckin' disgrace. I hate the pieces you left. And the way I just can't breathe right. Listening to that overplayed love song. Realizing you're really gone. I hate that you left. And the way I don't feel right. It's a damn good thing I don't need you anymore. Because if I did, the blood would be all over the floor. ---By Britny R. 2007

Gahd. Nothing ever changes. People come in and out of your life for a reason, and the people who don't make it to your future don't make it there for a reason. But shit, sometimes that just sucks ass. There will always be people who hate you for the way you look, the way you dress, and the way you are. It's life. There are people who will always love you, no matter what happens. For some reason, everyday seems to pass a little faster, then one day, you wake up and realize you've wasted so much of your life planning and organizing. I'm sick of worrying about things I can't control. There is a plan for everybody. Everything happens for a reason. So fuck it. I'm just going to take it day by day. Right now, I'm trying to find my Dad so he can see me graduate. Yeah. Wish me luck on that one.. Other than that, and the normal stress I always have to deal with, life is pretty good. From here, it can only get better. It's been almost as bad as it could get... so the only way to go is up. Anyways. We all have our own problems, so I'll stop boring you with my own.

Damnit. Have you ever wanted to be with someone who was in love with another person? Well, if you haven't, then don't. It sucks ass. especially when you know that they deserve so much better and you just want to be there for them. Never let anybody tell you that you can't do something. Prove the motherfuckers wrong. Show them that it doesn't matter what they think, because you know what your heart is telling you. I'm so sick. Actually, I am literally sick. I haven't felt good for almost a week now. And I'm about to have to go to work, where I am going to feel like shit, which is going to piss me off. So, probably in a bad mood again. woonnnnnnnnnnnnnnderful. But I have to go. Because by October, I need to have saved up enough money to get a place in my name, so my mom and I will have somewhere to stay. And I can go hang out with my friends and not worry about a cocksucking bastard ass drunk son of a bitch beating on my momma. So yeah. that's the story. And I'm out for now. Gotta go make some money.