I can asked why I just don’t care. I don’t care if I walk in front of traffic and cars hit me, or if I jump off tall things and might break an ankle or just supposedly crazy stuff. I don’t care if I die. I don’t have too much to live for. So why not do exciting things and if I die then I die. At least all be living my life to the fullest, right?
I’m officially over been hurt and used. I’m alone and I gotta deal with it. It’s like I took five steps forward and eight steps back. I’m soo done. And tired and upset. I should be used to being alone though, been doing it for years.
Finally got home from this eventful weekend. It was fun for the most part, when my sister wasn’t yelling at me for no reason at all. Like I slept in a king size bed with my sister and my cousin and they stuck me in the middle. So she yelled at me when we were all trying to sleep bc I was touching her. I was getting squished in the middle. Ugh they a huge argument broke out but I didn’t say anything. I got up and slept on the floor. She yelled at me in public three times. And twice in the hotel room. I did nothing wrong but she had to yell at me. Smh. Oh well. Everything’s my fault right??
Silly facev😝😜😛. Bored at hotel. Wish someone would text me, snapchat me, or message me.