i hate this place.

i hate living here.

the reason i left was hidden for a while.

while i was having fun with my friends.

but it is shining nice and bright now.

and im sick of it.

im sick of all the people in my life that are so fucking unreliable.

all the lies.

all the damn excuses to get out of anything and everything.

someone doesnt like their job, they quit, something goes wrong in their relationship, they break up with the person, if something ‘better’ comes along, they do anything they can to take that opportunity.

and i hope someday,..they all regret it. i hope everything comes back to haunt them all. i hate them. i hate everyone.

im starving, but im sick of eating. cause im tired of feeling fat. im tired of seeing myself as fat, and ugly, and yuck.i have such a bad headache cause i got so fucking worked up about everything, and ive been crying and yelling.

i dont want to be depressed. i was do so okay. i was fine. and this past week has just been horrible. and i cant handle it.

i really wonder if its even worth it to be alive.