Okay, my previous blog just wasn't rant enough. I've come back for some more ranting. Basically, I'm sick of making loads of effort with trying to get people (I see people. I mean person.) to like me. The crazily stupid thing is that I barely know him, but I keep my hopes up so fucking bloody high. He doesn't like me, SO WHY THE FUCK AM I BOTHERING? I have no bloody idea. Do I even like him? Hell knows. Feelings are so so soooo over-rated. I get jealous because he liked some other girls picture. WHAT THE HELL. WHY.
It's all too fucking difficult to be frank.
I need a latte and a cuddle.
PATHETIC BLOODY FALLACY.
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