These days, it seems like a lot of my friends are meeting their significant others at the gym…… F#CK i’m going to forever be alone. 

Is it too much to ask that one day out of the year things go perfectly as I plan? Or is it my fault that I expect too much and set myself up for disappointment EVERY YEAR? How I wish I was home spending it with my family. My irritating always on my nerves, always giving tmi, loud, funny, unconditional loving family. Because at least with them, they would ask me what I want and not plan it for me.

Birthday #19. My last as a teenager. I hope as the days go by that it gets better than this because THIS, this is shit.

If you pray and pray and pray for help, start praising and whatever for a miracle and when things start getting better the next day you stop and go back to the person you were——that’s what gets me. You hypocritical monster. You’re not the person I thought you were nor who I want to even be around. I’m not perfect either, but I know well enough that that’s not right. You don’t pray till you get what you want. You pray for what you want and thank God for it everyday after. FUNNY how you just walked in the door.