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Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.

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John Mayer (via hefuckin)

(Source: eatsleepjohnmayer, via theroachfacekillaaa)

You
made
me
fall in love
with
you
to
watch
me
die
without you.

Get your facts straight before you make yourself look like a fool.

No one cares unless you’re pretty or dead.

I’ve got one option at this point, and I’m definitely not pretty.

Goodbye.

I can’t take it anymore.

You don’t think I miss you?

You can convince yourself that I never cared, that I never loved you, and that I ruined your life but you know none of that is true. I cared enough to stay around when you were up AND down, so don’t you dare say I didn’t try. I tried more than anyone, and you know that is the cold hard truth. I loved you, I couldn’t let go of you because I wanted to save you. I watched someone I was in love with fall through the cracks of addiction, and I was supposed to sit there and stay strong. No one gave a fuck about how much it hurt me deep down, to do everything I could for you and it still wasn’t enough. I brought you home, for one night. Just one night, to clear my head. I had every intention of picking you up the next morning, I didn’t have plans and it stayed that way. You threatened to hurt yourself because I wanted one night alone. I gave you everything, every single thing I had, and you couldn’t give me the one night of space I asked for. You couldn’t give me enough respect to not threaten to hurt yourself over something so minuscule. We weren’t even arguing beforehand, I just needed time to think. This is the last I’m ever going to write about it because I can’t take it anymore. I forgive you, even though you’ll never say sorry. I hope what I did, does give you the motivation you needed all along. It’s saddening to see it come down to this, but if it’s helping you get sober then I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. I never meant to hurt you.
Goodbye.

I feel like you should reread your posts before you post them

If you start off with talking shit, don’t end the post with how much you love the person you were just talking shit about. ITS IN THE SAME FUCKING POST. How do you miss the contradiction in every single paragraph you write.
JEZUZZZZZ


- You had the world in the palm of your hands but you fucking c h o k e d. -

You are one delusional, little girl.

You’ve got nobody fooled but yourself, my dear.
I know you inside and out, from one extreme to the other. You are selfish, manipulative and one of the ugliest human beings I have ever met in my entire existence. When I think of you, I literally think of a trash bag. Your body is just a body, there is no soul, no real person, no heart. I cannot think of a single positive thing about you, you have nothing to offer anyone. You’re life of pity and attention-seeking does nothing but fill you with garbage. It’s like, your entire purposeless life has consisted of taking in all of the shitty traits of the people you’ve befriended and molding them all into one. You strive to be psychotic, you depend on everyone for everything and have no personal goals besides who you can use next. The best part of it all is, you think you’ve got everyone fooled ,but I saw you for exactly who you are and I hate you. Behind all of the lies and the attention outbursts, I know you better than you know yourself. My opinion is my own, unlike yours which changes depending on who you’re talking to. Keep living your life like you’re the star in Girl, Interrupted. I hope one day you take a step back and realize that YOU are the one who fucked everything up. Just like every single thing in your life, YOU fucked it up. Cry about it. Stop blaming others for YOUR actions. Man the fuck up and take some goddamn responsibility for once in your motherfucking life, you disposable, little cunt. 

-So carve your apologies in your wrists, let the guilt drip from your fingertips.-

You want it, you got it, you’ve always been such a waste of time.

Fuuuuuck an apology, I’m not sorry for anything.