I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?
― Stephanie Lennox, I Don’t Remember You
You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.
If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for what you were, only see you for the mistakes you’ve made, if they don’t realize that you are not your mistakes, then they have to go.

I’ve let it run its course, I decided I’d give him so opportunities to turn things around…. he failed.  I’m sick of this lazy, bitchass motherfucker.  I can’t take it.  He taught me so much about what I DON’T want to be.  He justifies his laziness and acts like doing pills and being glued to his fucking couch ISN’T a problem… It’s like, nooooo man, hold the fuck up- it’s a big problem. No job, no education, no hobbies or interests, no motivation. Literally his whole existence is a cycle of sleep, smoke, sell percs, take a perc, watch tv, sleep, eat a bitchass portion of food cause he thinks he fat, smoke again, then sleep. THATS IT.  That’s what he has been doing for the past 7 years.  Since we’ve been dating that’s also all he’s been doing.  He doesn’t even try to romance me with dinner and a movie.  He doesn’t ever make plans, he seriously NEVER leaves his fucking house. 

&I know why! It’s cause he’s an insecure little junky bitch who is honestly brainless! It’s dunzo. I need to release it before I hate him any more than I already do.

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Courtney 2009