Mary Jane is the only girl I know that hasn’t ruined my life yet

Yesterday I got told at work I’m only an “average” worker despite busting my tail everyday. Fuck my job, the guaranteed hours are barely worth the headache. It’s just a fucking club.

I hate feeling lonely, it makes me feel weak for caring about it.

It’s not my week, it’s not my year, it’s not my lifetime.

It’s seems as though a recurring theme in my relationships is “you’re not worth trying for”. Sucks, I’ve tried to give the world to everyone I’ve dated. It’s a feeling of betrayal, when you show so much care to someone only for them not to acknowledge it. I should just date myself.

We’re never gonna be the same again. Why so you have to act like a child?

I feel like I’ll never love again. I don’t even remember what actual love feels like…probably isn’t that great.

I hold far too many grudges, it can’t be healthy at this point. I still hate my mom for things that happened years ago, I still hold something against my ex-girlfriend that ruined our relationship, and I still can’t be any sort of close to my co-workers because I can think of is the wrongs they’ve done me, and revenge. I don’t know how to let things like that go.

The problem with not smoking weed: I don’t know how to occupy my free time anymore.