you don’t realize what you’ve done to me. and that’s okay. i don’t think you’ll ever see it, or admit it, or want to actually know how badly you fucked me up after insisting all you wanted was to make me happy. there’s no way to make things better, and there’s nothing you can do that’s gonna make me understand why you’d ever do the shit you did. but ignoring me makes it worse. and it makes me well aware of the fact that you really just don’t give a shit anymore. i doubt i’ll ever see you again. you won’t care enough to try, and i’m done being the one that puts in all the effort. i love you, but i can’t make you feel something you’ve refused to believe in. and honestly, i deserve better than what you’ve been giving me. i miss you. but one day, maybe i’ll finally get past that. i’ll never stop hoping for another chance for us to be friends, but somehow i’m pretty sure you’ve effectively removed yourself from my life. i guess i’m not good enough. i never was. i never will be. and you’ve made that abundantly clear.
i love my job and all, but it would be great if they could hire some more people so that when someone gets injured, she doesn’t have to fucking work for five more hours, and the whole next night, and then all day the day after that. because that’s what’s gonna be happening to me this weekend. fucked up my knee, but there’s no one to replace me. at least i’ll make some money. yay for positivity.
I want to be a Hobbit so badly.
1. You eat at least 7 times a day.
2. You’re short and cute.
3. It’s perfectly acceptable to be chubby.
4. Hobbits can go unseen or unheard if they wish (little ninjas perfect for adventuring… even if it’s frowned upon).
5. The Shire is beautiful.
6. Most adorable homes.
7. Perfect little curly hair.
8. Can walk around barefoot.
I see no downsides to this.