“You don’t understand
-Cutting, unless you’re a cutter.
-Drugs, unless you’re a druggie.
-Suicide, unless you’ve attempted it.
-Depression, unless you’ve felt it.
-Eating disorders, unless you’ve had one.
-Me. unless you’ve been through what I’ve been through.”—(via why-must-life-be-so-hard)
You were the worst mistake I ever made. I ignored everything and everyone that was important to me, so I could make you happy. I put you above everything else. But now you’re gone, and I realize that I could not have been stupider. If I could change one thing, it would be that I never fell in love with you. I would not have made all of the stupid decisions that did. I regret so much. And it all has to do with you.
I hate it when you feel completely and utterly alone. Yes, I understand there are millions of people that surround me, but I am still alone. In a world that is so large, how can one not have anyone that is there for them? Yes, I have my friends, and my “family”, and the people who constantly remind me that they are here for me. But I don’t want them to be here for me.
When a person throws his or her own problems aside to listen to yours and attempt to comfort you, you immediately owe them. I don’t want to be the object of others’ pity and sympathy. They don’t really care nor do they really want to know. Thus, I am here alone.
So my mom has decided that she is sick of me and is kicking me out of the house. Not only is she kicking me out, but she is also “cutting me off.” Not that I nor my family are wealthy or greatly depend on money, but as a teenager, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have my permit, therefore I can’t drive, thus I can’t get a job, and in return, cannot make money. So now I get to creatively think of ideas that could get me money. Coffee shop singer? Starving artist? Two cent whore?