15 years of age, on the edge of 16. Texan. Viet. Bookworm. Brutally honest. Grammar Nazi. Artsy. Weird. This is my tumblr, and I'll talk about what I damn well please.
Otherwise, I’d just quit because I fucking hate how hypocritical and bitchy the directors are.
(Source: ahoyperry, via discoglam-deactivated20110503-d)
If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have ignored me in the first place. You’re sorry for ignoring me on our 9 months together? You’re sorry for ignoring me at all, even though I tried talking to you? Fuck that. No, you’re not. You keep saying you want to fix things, but you don’t even try to talk to me. You know where I hang out at school, and you could easily talk to me, but you don’t. It’s like you’ve gone through every measure just so that you don’t see me at all in the hallways and shit.
Fuck you. I can’t even… I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.
I don’t want to break up with you, but what you’re doing is making me feel like I’m not worth your time, and this whole relationship? I feel like it’s not worth it, especially since you can’t even take the time to at least tell me hi today. And today was our 9 months.
I read your note today, and I was almost about to cry in class because it was something you’d wrote last week that I just received. And then I remembered that that was the past and not the present, and I felt like shit because I don’t feel like you like me anymore or that you actually feel lucky to be with me.
I just feel like I’m making you go crazy. You keep saying your mind’s fucked up, and you’re not sure about anything anymore. About what? I never asked you to think about anything. I asked you to start fucking talking to me while we were with your friends for once. To start treating me like a girlfriend. I just feel like you’re thinking if you even have feelings for me. I don’t get why your mind’s fucked up. I don’t. But you telling me that you need time to think everything over just makes me feel like I’m fucked up because nothing really happened except I asked to start talking more.
I just feel like shit. And I was so happy we could fix things today. You said you’d come over, and we’d talk about this. But you never did. And I can’t stop crying because you’re making me feel like shit.
Is this fucking worth it. I don’t know.
I said, “Because you don’t know if you are. No one knows. You may or may not find who you want to be with in high school.”
But then they said, “But in high school, you’re not going to fall in love. You know you’re not going to be with that person.”
All I wanted to reply was, “How would you know? How do you know you’re going to stay with someone just because you’re in college? That doesn’t make sense to me. You’ve never been in love, and you’ve never dated anyone. How can you judge other people’s actions?”
But I felt rude if I did, so I didn’t. Maybe I should’ve.
I just don’t see it.
But I’m tired of talking about random shit that doesn’t matter. Sometimes, I want good, real conversations too.
(Source: loveyourchaos, via emilyychenn)
