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Feeling: tormented

i keep telling myself that im just passing through

I don't give a fuck if any of you care. I honestly don't and it seems that most of you don't give a flying fuck, but here it is.

I can't take this fucking bullshit.

I can't take it from Garrett. I can't take it from Mike. I can't take it from Katey. I can't take it from Katie. I can't take it from Corinne. I can't even take shit from Corie. I can't fucking take it.

So go ahead and say shit about me, about each other cause you know what, you're only hurting yourselves.

And baby, you're only pushing yourself farther down the hole each and every fucking second you don't think I give a flying fuck about you. I yelled at him just as fucking much as I did at you. What you did was fucking stupid to begin with and I will not sit here and deal with you and him in a pissing contest. I won't. Grow the fuck up or you're going to fucking lose me. Got it?!

I seriously don't think you do. Your comments to me stung worse then any words that Garrett and Corinne said.

And the sad thing is, I kind of fucking believe them now. What a waste of my time it was defending you. At least Garrett has the fucking respect to stop.

God. I want to just fucking cry and lock myself in the bathroom again. I hate my life. I hate myself. I want to just fucking disappear.

~Kayla

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