Sick of getting stabbed in the back.
Retreating to my own place. I don’t know what I’m doing. Was I meant to do more with my life? This isn’t what I had in mind.
Why are people so cruel? No seriously, why can’t we all be positive and nice to each other? :(
It’s good knowing that my sacrifices are going to waste and when I show people appreciation, I get nothing in return. Isn’t enough that everyone I love is going away and the people that are still with me don’t want me here?