People keep complaining about the same problems over and over again, and what makes it worse is that it usual sounds like it was their fault to begin with. If it wasn’t bad enough that you made a stupid mistake in the first place, you also failed to realize that you messed up, and you complain about it over and over because you never learn. Look back and try to blame yourself for once to see if it makes more sense. I assure you it will. Learn to stop blaming shit on everyone else; have some integrity and take the fall for your own mess　. It’s all part of growing up.

Also, stop bitching about it on Tumblr. 

Something that you love with all your heart, something that you truly felt was the only thing that was good about life, and something that you genuinely believed to have needed otherwise lost without. Isn’t it scary to think that this very thing that you held to dear and near is the only thing that makes you unhappy? Joy or sorrow; you can’t have one without the other. But without either one means being completely apathetic. It’s worth it, right? 

Whenever I make plans with someone special, or just someone really attractive for that matter, I naturally spend more time trying to make myself look better than usual. Somehow, in the process of trying to make myself look more presentable, things go horribly wrong. I try on a million different outfits only to pick one that I don’t particularly like (but I’m hoping that she might), and trying to do my hair instead of just leaving it like I usually do ends up in a total disaster. My room ends up in a total mess, my hair is stupid, and I’m sweating like crazy just trying to get everything together. By this time, I’m probably late already. I try to hurry out the door, but I take one last look at myself in the mirror and decide that I look like I’m trying too hard. I go upstairs, put on something simple and comfortable, wash my hair out so it’s normal, and she ends up being happy to see me either way. 

This always happens, but I never really learn from it. 

I’m always either too soon or too late to make a move. Sometimes I rush things and they’re just not ready, which makes things awkward and ruins my chances. The rest of the time I just wait too long when they really didn’t want me to. I wish I could just find the perfect time to tell someone how I feel. 

I wish I could just live my life in a new place. I’d take the closest people in my life with me, but I’d move far, far away from here. I’ll leave my old worries and problems behind with the knowledge that I’ll be facing new challenges. I just want to be in a place with more opportunities than my area has to offer. I want to meet different people who don’t all have the same way of pissing me off. The list goes on, but I just want to get away from here. 

When people say they’re doing horribly in school, and then proceed to whip out their 80’s and 90’s in every class at some evil attempt to make themselves feel good while making me feel like a flunky, I feel like boxing them out. Too bad I’m too academically challenged to do so. 　

I just have a real easy way of neglecting my friends. I never try to, and I never mean to. Never have I intentionally ignored anyone close to me　, but I always make it seem that way. A lot of my friends probably hate me or think I hate them, but I wish they knew that I appreciate every single one of them.