I don't know. I fucking hate people who do nothing to me sometimes, and then I regret it later. I'm not the only one. This is a part of growing up and I'm one in 34254364 teenage girls who feels exactly like this. I'm nothing fucking special. Just living waste. Nothing means anything. And anything means everything in some cases. So everything is nothing and nothing is my everything. HAH. I'm stupid. stupidstupidstupid. Stop playing with my brain. I want to go and blow up buildings while holding someone's hand. I want to find that somebody to hold my hand. And have it actually mean something to them. And to me as well. That's gonna be tough. God damn I'm naive and dumb. That's life though. I love ranting endlessly about things that virtually mean nothing to you. You don't know anything about me. You think you do but you have no fucking idea about what goes on in my mind. All of this love and hate and anger. Mostly hate. But a lot of the times too it's just love that's never returned. Thus causing my confusion that I turn into anger. Who am I kidding. I'm typing as if I'm expecting ANY of you guys to give two flying fucks about me.