Sometimes I just hate to admit that I’m a spiteful asshole. No, I don’t like seeing people living their best life, don’t fucking tell me about it. I want what you have and I hate you for living the exact kind of life that I can only dream of living.
I don’t care if I’m a self fulfilling prophecy, I am miserable and I don’t have the energy to pretend that I’m not. I would do anything to trade my life for another one, and I’ve felt this way since childhood, that’s how fucking long my life has sucked, do not lecture me about just having to tough through it, I will absolutely be killing myself before I ever consider listening to someone’s half baked advice






