I can’t even begin to explain it. I hate where I am in my life, but it’s whatever. I’ll get stuff straightened out.

You’ve hurt me too, you know. It isn’t easy trying for someone who every other day decides that it isn’t worth it or just doubts 24/7. As much as I HATE it 90% of the time almost all the time I’ve wasted all my time with him, and I can’t see it differently than that. You become used to people and their company, and it just becomes a natural part of your life. Taking things I say to you and throwing them back in my face is the rudest and possibly most hurtful thing you have ever done to me, and it makes me not even want to bother speaking anymore. In the end, your friendship in general has meant more to me than I could ever explain and more than you could ever imagine. Whether you want to believe me on this or not is up to you.

Work my ass off this entire next year, and first fix my car.
Then save up as much money as I possibly can.
And then once this year and so is over, I’m fucking packing my shit up, and moving.
Whether it’s a wise choice, or I have the money, I’m moving. I’ll sleep in the damn car.

I hate this town. I hate these people. I hate this job. I hate that when all I do is try to find my happiness and what’s the best for me, it only makes people hate me. I hate that I am just disposable to everyone I’ve ever met, minus a few.

I need a new town. New people. New opportunity.

New things to fuck up, or to fuck me up. Whatever.  

And you ought to give me wedding rings.

Asshole.