i’m sick of caring about people who don’t care about me.

i’m sick of kayla’s bullshit. her “woe-is-me” lifestyle. begging for pity from others. she likes to be miserable. people don’t want their lives fixed. she doesn’t want her life fixed. she can sit and cut herself and be suicidal and expect people to care. but nobody will fucking care about you if you don’t care about yourself. nobody can fix you. you can’t help those who don’t want it. we’re responsible for ourselves. 

i’m making the decision to move on. to be happy. to let the past be the past. 

kayla, meanwhile, will get back with chris, who will use her for sex. who will treat her like shit. because he doesn’t actually love her. nobody treats someone they love the way he treats her. and there’s too much shit in their past for that to ever work. and one day, he will move on. and she will be stuck. and she’ll like it. because some people love to misery. 

misery loves company. 

so fuck it. game over. you win. i don’t care. 

i said the same to rachael back in february. 

you deserve to be happy but you won’t let yourself. there are so many people who would be good for you. who could make you happy. and instead you pick a guy who makes you miserable. not my fucking problem.

i hope to god she reads this. and in a week, a month, a year, she will look back and see that i’m right. nobody likes hearing the truth. nobody likes getting their shit called out. 

“what we hate, we make”