How many times a day is it ok to suppress the thought “I’m gonna die alone”?
My entire life I tried to be likeable, make people happy, do what people want… Yet I still can’t get along with people. I’m great at offending them, especially when I stand up for myself and my beliefs. Honestly, why don’t the people I know ever admit when they’re wrong?
Furthermore, apparently I’m very abrasive, rude, and hard to get along with because I don’t have an open personality.
Well I’m sorry. I’ve been fucked over far too many fucking times.
So yeah. I’m gonna die alone.
I need a dog.