A couple of months ago, my brother blamed me for everything bad in his life since the day I was born. And can I just say; when someone tells you that, it hurts.
It's 12:21am. I have school tomorrow. But I can't sleep. I'm crying and it sucks. I've felt like there's something missing lately. I've been talking to guys and flirting with them because it makes me feel wanted. Loved even. And I know that's horrible. I do.
I really just wanted to talk to someone tonight, so I inboxed a close friend. I told him I was having a bad night. And instead of asking me if I was okay or what was wrong, he told me about how much he hated his family because they were disappointed he failed his exams. And after I'd listened, he said he was going to bed and he was thankful I was such a good friend. Fuck you 'friend'.
Tonight, there going to be no hopeful twist on the end of the post. No little happy final sentence; because well, frankly, I can't be bothered.
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