I’m about to write a rant so here we go. For the past fifty minutes I’ve been listening to the girls next to me talk about how they’re writing their classification essay on social networking. Cool, awesome, good topic, I don’t care, stop conversing about your opinions on all of the different sites with your friends and WRITE YOUR DAMN PAPER. I feel like going off on them and me and the girl sitting on the other side of me keep exchanging snarky comments about them, since she’s just as annoyed as I am. Basically I’m sick and tired of hearing “If someone deleted my tumblr, I’d die.” and “You should get a tumblr and follow me.” and “it changed my life.” JUST SHUT UP. Okay, before tumblr became “mainstream” it was so much better. I’ve been on tumblr for 2 years this March. You’ve had yours for probably 3 or 4 months…. I hate hearing and seeing all over facebook and twitter how much they love tumblr and everyone should follow them and Follow4Follow…. like just go away, some of my friends have tumblrs now and that’s fine, I follow them, they just have to be prepared to see or read things that I’m thinking they may not be expected, this is like a journal for me, and writing a journal for the kids that go to my school that I barely know, is not an appealing thought. I’ve blocked people from my tumblr because they don’t need to see it. I really just hate how populated tumblr is now, and how people say “I’m so addicted to tumblr, it’s my life.” and “you don’t understand until you start.” I’ve been wasting my nights on tumblr long before you even knew it existed. I could go on forever with this, because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully explain how much it pisses me off. drgjerogihbihoanv;oria;erhetnartmarymyterg5i.
I just don’t get it.

I don’t get why all the important people in my life repetitively hurt me, and I keep forgiving them without even getting an apology. I don’t understand how everyone I trust always shows me reasons why I shouldn’t. Why do I let these people break me down. I let them walk all over me. They’re constantly running my life, ruining my life, screwing me over, making me feel unworthy, abusing me, taking me for granted, ripping me apart, making me feel flawed, and tearing me down. I found one shred of happiness and they can’t stand how happy he makes me. Atleast that’s what they make it out to seem like. To me they hate it because they can’t stand that something else is taking me away from them ever so slightly. They’re purely jealous. Every decision I make is a mistake to them. Every thought that runs through my head, that’s a mistake too. It’s like I hate the way they make me feel, and how much they manipulate me, but I hate it even more when I realize that I’m being left out of all their fun. It seems like, I displease them just slightly and they decide I’m not worth it, that I’m not worth keeping as a friend. Yet, when I get annoyed or displeased with any of them I get over it and decide I’d rather have them as a friend with all these consequences then lose them completely or partially. Then I get lied to, about the stupidest of things. I must not be worth the truth, just like I’m not worth anything else. They don’t even care to confront me about this, just write me a letter and expect me to deal with it. I finally understand, I’m worthless to everyone aren’t I? That’s it. I don’t deserve anything. Clearly I’m just a mistake. A worthless wreck that nobody loves. I guess in the end I should be thank them for making me finally see my real worth in life, nothing. You’ve left me bruised and scarred, I hope you’re happy.