December 2011
I can’t do anything right, can I?
Fuck you, you sad cunt.
Why do I have to deal with the fact that you’re a pathetic low life fuck that has no fucking life.
No matter what I do, I’m always the inconsiderate fuck, aren’t I?
Well, that’s your fucking fault.
Congratulations, I don’t give a fuck about anything. And I fucking hate you.
“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better,...”
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via babysea)
