Okay no before I go to sleep I need to rant for a second

So first of all like, basically fuck everyone because I can’t even go on my blog to say things anymore because people get annoyed or angry or whatever the fuck. Like, fuck you all, I say and post whatever I want on my blog. If you don’t like it that’s your problem. Unfollow me if you want. I don’t need to me restrained from what I can post because of your bullshit.

Second, fuck you, specific person. Like, really? I’m over here half dying and scared out of my fucking mind, and you’re sitting there complaining about your mom, who has given you literally everything, starting with your life. Like, I’m the only one who actually asks if you’re okay in this relationship anymore. You never ever ever try to ask how I’m doing anymore or how I am or anything, and it fucking hurts. You know what? It fucking hurts. We made a pact and we were always going to be here for each other and we weren’t going to be like those assholes who pretend to care only when everything’s going wrong. You broke that pact, and you know what? I didn’t. I’m still here, even when everything in my life is crumbling down and everything in yours just keeps building up and up and up. You really think you know me, don’t you? But you don’t. You don’t know half the things there are to know about me, because all I ever was to you was a fucking support system. I’m sorry I actually care about you when you don’t care about me at all.

I really just wish I could do what I think I need to do. Really, I wish my gut didn’t twist every time I thought about it. I wish I could be free in my decisions and not have anyone look down on me for them. But that isn’t how the world works and I’m sorry I’m not good enough for the world.