Beautiful Disaster.

I’m sick of everyone.

Being used as a taxi and because, usually, I have a few spare dollars.

Fuck everyone.

I’m confused and hurt. I don’t know what the hell to do. Like. I don’t want to lose my friends, But I don’t want the inevitable to happen either. Fuckmylife. -.-

Boyfriends grandmother passed away.

I haven’t stopped crying since he called me.

That woman… Well, she was one of the kindest people I know.

His family has become my own.

We’re both devastated.

I don’t know how to feel right now.

I took a perkocet for my migraine.

Officially tripping.

Why does it feel like I’m being used?

Whether it be for my car or my money… it still feels that way.

Fuck my life.