
It's amazing how people **** you over.
You put all your trust into them, and they show you they don't deserve it.
It's amazing that the realist experiences are with the fakest of friends.
It's amazing that people can be the best and worst things that ever happen to you.
It's amazing that at the end of the day, it all comes to an end. There's nobody you can really trust, except yourself.
Everyone loses. Nobody wins.
-d.y.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
I love the moments when
you're cold
and you can crawl into your warm bed
or when
you're in love
and you know they love you back
or when
you're hungry
and your kitchen has plenty of food
or when
you're lonely
and you have someone to talk to
or when
you're having a bad day
and it turns into a good one
or when
you're tired
and you can just fall asleep
or when
life seems to be okay
-d.y.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
dads a "functioning drunk"
moms miserable because she's not where she wants to be in life
sisters is an unmotivated narcissistic *******
dads yelling about the dishes
moms lying in bed
sister won't share the remote
dad drinks more
mom sleeps more
sister is never home
dads yelling about how he's tired of it all
moms crying because she's tired of it all
sister isn't home because she's tired of it all
I'm angry and afraid because I'm tired of it all
we're all
just tired.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
I'm ever so incapable
of holding a grudge
When I look at a person
I see how miserable they are
how pathetic they are
how they struggle for survival in this emotionally and psychically exhausting place we call our city, our state, our country, our world
I know that they think about putting a noose around their neck, just as often as I do, as anyone
so I apologize with no apology in return and go on about my day
and I guess
that's just how it is
-d.y.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
More often than not,
I think about offing myself.
-d.y.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Often times
I hold my breath around people
if I breathe
they know I'm alive
therefore opening a door
for conversation
and I certainly don't want that
I don't want to know her
I don't want to know him
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know me
But sometimes
I just hold my breath because
they just down right smell like ****
-d.y.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC