i don't know, you don't know.

to all people who've called me a friend:
i suck
my life is fucked up
and i'm a bad bad bad bad bad friend (i'm sorry for that)



and to one person who will never read this:
oh, and you'll never understand, because I don't feel comfortable telling you what happened even though I know if I did, you'd understand me a lot better. Just a favor don't call me "over dramatic" because you only know part of the fucking story...you only know the "why i hate my mom's first husband" part of my fucked up life...so if you're actually reading this...and you think "over dramatic" ...fuck you. you don't know what my childhood was like. you don't know what happened to me.