Nice to know.

“She’s a slut, and isn’t worth anyone’s time.”

“She’s done no more than me. And she’s my friend; she’s worth my time if she needs help.”

“Still doesn’t mean she isn’t a slut.”

“Ok, right there. If you think that, you just called about 98% of my friends’ sluts, including me.”

“Not you! Her!”

“You think she’s a slut, then so am I.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m not an idiot. I know exactly what you fucking meant.

Nice to know how you see me.”

Ha! I knew she thought I was.

“Fine, nothing I say is coming out right. I just can’t win, can I?

Well, have fun helping her and then being left unappreciated. Just gives you one more reason to cry. Night.”

Ohhhhh…… I love it how people care.

I love it how she says she respects me, and wants to help me and be there for me.

Then turns around, calls me a slut and tells me to go have a cry about it.

You know what?

I think I might.

Like I need this right now.

The one person I rely on the most these days just turned her back on me. Wooo, yay me.

I’m so over high school.

Girls are bitches. Guys are users.

Family is a pain.

School is time-consuming.

Work is painful.

Money is difficult.

Helping everyone at once is impossible.

Making people happy just doesn’t work.

Panadol doesn’t help my headaches.

Tears don’t stop the hurt.

Late night walks don’t calm me down.

Nothing fucking works anymore.