i can’t wait to go home tomorrow and get away from this fucking school for at least a couple of days. i love my friends to death but i can’t fucking stand being here. everything is so frustrating and hard. i try to deal with one thing, and i’m constantly feeling bad about another thing. fuck you for making me feel bad. i’m doing everything i can to be happy. but now i’m just angry. why would you wait until now to spill out all of your emotions? don’t you dare act like this was all my fucking fault. maybe i would have tried to fix things if you had given me a fucking reason to.

i just want to focus on being happy with myself. no one else is going to be able to make you happy until i’m happy with myself. and congratulations, you’re making me hate myself.