It’s so funny how my day started off great, yet as the day continued to go on it slowly got shittier and shittier.
I try my hardest to have a hard exterior and not let shit phase me, especially since in three months, this town will be a distant memory and i’ll never see any of these people ever again. Sometimes shit gets rough though, and you just break.
I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t really fucking pissed right now.
I don’t deserve this shit.
I’m a good person; I give back to the community, get good grades, I’m a nice person..most of the time.
Why is it always me?
It’s so funny how when people talk about me, it’s never the things they say that phase me, it’s the fact that the had the nerve to say it.
If i’m nice to you, where do you get off talking about me?
That’s why there are few nice people these days.
It’s not just nice guys that finish last, it’s nice people in general.
You really have no idea what you have coming though, I can ruin you.
You seemed to have forgotten that.
I’m the wallflower, the observer. I sit back and listen and gather information about everything and everyone. You seem to have forgotten that.
You’re clearly mad because in three months i’ll be living my life as a division one athlete doing big things where you’re at some lesser university just trying to get by.
Talking crap about the ones that are doing better than you won’t get you far in college, sweetheart.
Look at my life, and then look at yours.
Shoutout to all of the people whos’ lives are so meaningless and pathetic that they have to obsess and talk about others’
But I must say, i’m flattered that i’m on your mind that much that you can’t stop talking about me for two freaking seconds.
Have a good night.
Base By: Jahrenesis