I’m sick of trying so hard and never getting anywhere. What’s wrong with me? Why am I never good enough?

Why do you hate me so much?

Why did you just leave like that?

How the fuck do you live every day without me when I find it so fucking hard without you?

I’m sick of people and I’m sick of trying and I’m sick of waiting for something that’s never going to happen. And I’m sick of false hope and I’m sick of not having any self control because if I didn’t think you were so cute and hot and smart and funny and perfect then I might be able to pull myself away and get the fuck over you.

But I know that’s not going to happen any time soon so tomorrow morning I’m gonna get up and smile and text you first even though I know I’m probably just annoying you and then I’ll smile some more and pretend that everything’s completely 100% okay. Then I’ll go to work and then I’ll come home and complain to tumblr some more and then I’ll probably see you on Facebook or something and resist the urge to talk to you and just spend the whole night wanting to cuddle the fuck out of you even though you don’t even like talking to me.

Then I’ll smile some more.