Shotgun Gunshot

Weighed down, but I'm feeling fine at the same time. I want to rip this chair into pieces, but it's too much effort. Mum tells me that there are always points in life where people leave. Either it be intentional or unintentional; I can't hang on to them, and they can't hang onto me. It's been the 7th time this year. Was it something I did? I'm still myself. And I realise that they've just met more interesting people, and I allow them to choose what they want. Regardless. I say 'It's ok if it hurts me', 'cause it's all about them being happy. I tell them I'll be here anyway, if they ever want to come back. I'm sick of making stupid sacrifices, sick of holding back. I'm sick of people playing around with my sanity. I'm not your fucking rebound, you selfish bastards.

Family's always going to be solid. Today I finished my art exam, and I have commerce tomorrow. Last exam for the year and then I get to see Jack for two weeks.

Life sucks, and then you die.

"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake, you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap." - Fight Club