Venting spot for Dewey West.

I laugh at how artificial you are..

Sometimes it feels like I’m not good enough for you. I try and try, but nothing seems to work. I feel so used up. Pathetic. Broken. It’s funny how you do this to me almost everyday. What did I ever do to you? Absolutely nothing, besides giving everything I had to you. Throwing away everything that meant so much to me. But you don’t seem to care at all. I feel like such a disappoint to you. God.

I seriously need someone to turn my life around. Just someone I can talk to. Besides crawling to you for help. How come I didn’t throw you out in the first place? I’m bascially stuck here with you. And there’s absolutely no way to get out, is there? …not that I know of, which is clearly impossible. I thought I knew better than to trust you. I knew you were going to destroy everything from day one. Why can’t you just suck it up and realize that I dislike you?! You aren’t the brightest person I know either, so quit acting like a fucking smart-ass around me.
I wish I wasn’t feeling this way. One thought comes in my head, which leads to another and another, then on and on. So, so stupid. I wish you weren’t important to me. I wish everything I feel at the moment would change. I’m so confused about everything that I don’t even know what to do with you in my life anymore. You’re sickening. Disgusting. Unhealthy for me.

…..FUCK YOU.