Saturday, March 11
i hate it when you put your whole heart and soul into something, almost worshiping it, but all you ever get is the fact that you are just never ever good enough. i'm not asking for a broadcasting praise or one of those sorry-assed pity thank yous cause that'll be too bloody fucking poignant.
i think i'm worth my work and God, all i'm ever asking is that little bit of encouragement. that 'oh, you're doing well. dont ever give up.' and when i Do ask for help, Dont, just dont look down on me. i know ive made a hell load of mistakes right from primary school till now, but as a person of high authority and acomplishment, you're somehow fucking qualified to know my capabilities. somehow you guys know it. yes, thats where i wanna go and you think you have the fucking right to deface the very bits of the hope in me. i'm gonna prove it to you. all of you know-it-alls. cause you think you know but the truth is, you fucking dont. so fuck off. dont conveiniently place yourself in my bad books. not that i have one, but i might as well do.
i'm not being a brat. just dont kill me will you?
din
