Yup, i’m venting.
I worry about everyone’s problems every single day. I belittle my own in order to help those who need consoling or a helping hand. I fall into deep forms of depression from holding my feelings in, in order to help the people i love. But do i complain? No! So why is it, the one day i want to mourn over the death of my cat, MY cat, whom i’ve had since i was 6 years old, EVERYONE has to one-up me?! That is 14 years of my life given to caring for my poor kitty, who is now gone. And i just want to be upset and cry, but in order to make me “feel better,” people have told me stories of their horrible lives. Making my problems, yet again, feel minuscule.
I don’t care that your dad’s cat died the same day mine has. It was not your cat, and even though it is still sad and i care for all animals deeply, it does not affect you personally. I do not care that your friend’s dad is dying, one that you say has always been an asshole to you. It is, yet again, not affecting you personally. And yes, i sound like a bitch by saying all of this, but it’s not fair. Yes, i have a heart. Yes, if this was any other day i would be your shoulder to cry on. But i had NO shoulder to cry on.
So tomorrow, as i clean out all of my cat’s possessions, and place flowers on her teeny tiny grave in my parent’s backyard, i WILL grieve. I WON’T be someone’s shoulder because i will not be speaking to anyone.

So fuck the world, because now i am megabitch. Kthnxbye.

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deevaint:

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Like every girl, i have my insecurities, but what makes me different is confidence. I’m confident in myself because my flaws are what makes me, me, and my personality is strong. I might not be the most beautiful girl in the world, but i can act the part. It doesn’t make me conceited, i don’t believe i am better than everyone else, but every girl needs to believe she is beautiful in one way or another. And when she does, others see it too. And that, my dears, is what makes you attractive. Not the clothes you wear, or the pounds of makeup you plaster on your face everyday, but the way you present yourself. Because remember ladies, confidence is key, and that will get you much farther in life.

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Random fact about me; edgar allan poe is my all time favorite poet/writer, ever

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Thinking about getting my knucks tatted after i finish my sleeve.

motherjones:

We can’t claim credit for this, but we share the sentiment.

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tyleroakley:

Some people tear the world down. Some people try to fix it.

Which kind of person are you?

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