you clearly know nothing about my life. keep commenting. don’t you get how pathetic it makes you look? i’m happy, and you’re jealous. for once, i have a boy who is everything i ever wanted and more. i get lost in his eyes. how dare you tell me that he’s not who i want. you don’t know him and you don’t know me. he’s perfect, and you’re jealous. i have amazing friends. limited, but amazing. i do have a good life and i refuse to be made feel guilty for that. for once, i am happy. i do not cry and i am not weary of what people think. i am content with myself and my abilities and my inabilities. take a good hard look at your fucking self before you start criticising me. and if you still think i’m a joke, mind letting me in on the hilarity and actually saying it to my face?
i give up. no more entertaining the strange and sad notions of someone who doesn’t even know me. never knew me. and i could guess who you are. in fact, i’m pretty sure. and you mean nothing to me anymore.
