This weekend changed everything. It made me realize who I was and what I want to do. The worlds bigger than I realized and things are different everywhere. Time to get out of here before it’s too late. So long and fuck you.
Rant.
I’m glad I’ve made up my mind about you. I don’t know why I do this to myself. There are dozens of things I don’t like about you and yet I kept you around for the five things I did like even though it hurt. Fuck that. I also hate the fact that it’s so hard to be proud of myself for anything because I don’t want to seem cocky. For just once I want to do the things I want to do without worrying about every little thing. Confidence is easier said than done. I don’t want to feel like there’s something wrong with me if I just want to feel wanted. I don’t want to have to feel any type of way for anyone else ever again.
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