It's a quarter after one, i'm a little drunk and i need you now

Thoughts

I can never understand how people thinks. But i guess that's what all of us are: a mess. We may look fine on the outside, laugh everyday, look happy and all, but inside us, we're all a mess. Or maybe that's what i am...

I hate. I mean really, HATE it when people don't appreciate me. And when i decide to be happy and move on, they come running back. Seriously what the fuck in the world you want. Why can't you just be kind and let me be happy for once? I don't understand you and i never will. Neither do i want to.