Quotes, videos, artwork, etc. They’re all a load of crap.
Some people are not beautiful. Some people are not smart. Some people will never do anything great or meaningful. Some people will never reach their goals or achieve their dreams. Some people have no useful talents. Some people have no talents at all.
That’s just the way the world is, and statistically, you will probably never amount to much.
You’re born, you die, and in between you make a lot of mistakes. Never regret something that once made you smile. The past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it. What I like about experience is it’s such an honest thing. Life is all about taking risks and it…
As much I want to change things, or even better, just forget all of it. Every thought and feeling I want to gladly let go of and just forget I ever went there. You made it hard and you made it impossible. Had I known the storm of negativity that laid before me I’d probably just deny you. But no one told me anything. I really don’t know what to say to people like you. You got issues. I don’t think anyone will argue that. And as much help that is thrown to you, you reject. I see no hope for you as you seem pretty content on playing the victim regardless of how much good comes your way. Your jokes that take shots at yourself are just quick pity parties begging for attention. That’s all I’m seeing now. I tried helping you and tried being there for you, but treated me like I was the worst thing for you when all I was trying to do was be there for you.
I can’t even begin to say how much I want you out of my head and my life. Move away and go offline. Please. It would be so much better for you. Live it however you want, but realize all that you threw away because of your insecurities and/or boredom.
I think I am at the point now where I am just angry at myself. I knew I was gullible and foolish, but not THAT foolish. I used to blame myself for what happened. I used feel guilty for how much of a ass I must have been acting. But no. It’s all on you. It’s your fault, not mine. Yet I feel like there was something different I could have done. But no matter how I sliced it shit still would have ended the same way.