I hate my life. I really do. I hate the fact that I don’t have a reason to live now. I have no fucking idea why the hell i’m doing in college. I should’ve killed myself back then for this reason and not for making my stupid ex realize my existance. Now it’s just so bad I’m trying so hard to hang on and I really don’t know why. I don’t even have the drive ot guts to kill myself right now.

I hate the fact that I allowed my ex to dictate my identity. I used to not have one, and when we we’re together I thought I was saved from all this loneliness and idleness. I even decided to go to dman college because I thought we were going to get a job and move somewhere together and be happy for the rest of my life. He destroyed me by being so damn promising.

I hate the things my ex does. Basically I hate the fact that he’s happy now and I’m not. I hate how his love could just skip from me the next week he left me to that crazy dumb piece of a person new boyfriend he’s having now. He said I’m too complicated and he wants a simple boyfriend. His parrot boyfriend worked in DIOR and thinks he owned the world because of that. Can you imagine that? I’m here rotting alone for his stupid need for simplicity. Yeah maybe i’m not hot enough or rich enough or something.

You think you’re so damn happy you finally left home and had a boyfriend. Woo Hoo yay yay! You’re so damn enthusiastic about life. You piss me off because you seem happy. Suckers. This is pure jealousy.

Credits: Jay C