Irritated because you’re irritating.
I hate this feeling and I hate not being able to comfortably talk to someone about it and I hate, OH HOW I HATE, feeling sad.
I have a reached a point where I can’t deal with all the stress that has accumulated within these past few days. Yes, I’ve complained before. I know that only a few times have I successfully tried venting out my frustration. Last night though? I have never been so stressed out. I’ve never been so worried and angry and hurt at the same time. I don’t know if it’s all because of school, and I’m actually pretty sure it’s not. Whatever the case, I can’t believe how angry I became last night and I never want to feel like that again. Lord help me with whatever I’m currently facing.
I hate being around mad people. I’ve been trying to hang out with you as much as possible cause I know you’ve been feeling left out. You have to understand, though, that its hard to hang out with you because you’re only nice to me when other people are around. I’m not “too sensitive”. You’re just too mean and grumpy about basically everything. Maybe if you weren’t so sour to the world, you wouldn’t get so disappointed with everything and everyone around you.
It’s hard to care for someone who rarely ever cares for you. “You’ve” always kinda been around and every time we talk, whether its been days or months, I always tend to feel some sort of the same. It’s getting old though. No matter how much I do care for you, I can’t allow myself to sit around and wait for you to notice that I’ve been here all along.
You’re one of those people who are capable of making me feel invisible.
I hate when I stay home all day and I don’t want to. Don’t get me wrong, lazy days are fun when you’re not in the mood to go out, but when you’re stuck in the house with someone you don’t wanna be with, it kinda drives you crazy as butts.
Vent no.1 (2013)
I wish we stayed close friends. Like, I wish it wasn’t this awkward. I wish that I wasn’t so insecure when we started talking. We would have probably still been talking. But then again, I wish you weren’t so to yourself. I wish you talked to me more. You kinda always wanted me calling you first, or me texting you first. We were never really anything, and I don’t know why I started thinking about you just now, but I kinda miss being friends to say the least.