I hate people sometimes honestly. I hate how I let people get to me. I hate how everyone tells me to stop giving a shit, but I still do. I hate it when you are trying to help someone and they throw you off like garbage. I hate it when you want to hate somebody, but can’t do it. I hate it when I’m called “RAGNAR’s bitch” and I don’t like being frustrated that that’s the only thing I seem to be known for.
I hate it when people try to justify their bad actions by saying shit like “Well this person did it so it’s okay”. I hate being in total fear these past few days, and not being able to scream. I hate that I’m crying writing a damn post to people who don’t give a shit about me. Random people that I somehow for some reason care about. I hate that I’m not thinking while writing this, but know I’m going to post it. I hate how people brag, and I swoop so low to do the same thing back. I hate that I’ve become a self-pity user. God I hate it. Most of all, I hate the judgement I still receive. I hate that I actually thought my posts actually made a different. God damn am I stupid. Love you bishes, keep your head held high, and someone buy me some more ice cream please