Things will be okay. I can't promise you that, and even if I can, I won't. I'll make it happen instead.
(Source: findsomethingtofightfor, via summerwithsex)
FUCK THIS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT I HATE THIS FUCK.
I HATE MYSELF. WHY, AFTER ALL THE SHIT WE’VE BEEN THROUGH, SHE ACTS LIKE SHE DOESN’T FUCKING KNOW ME. FUCK’S SAKE.
WHY CAN’T I STOP THIS FUCKING FEELING FROM CRIPPLING MY SELF ESTEEM. SHIT.
I HATE THIS.
I can feel my degrading self esteem when I try to ‘not be the shy type’ and approach first, but then they either don’t notice me or ignore me entirely, even through a fucking social networking site.