You want me to get married yet you’re never happy with any of my boyfriends. I don’t get it. My mother is bipolar.
Part of me wants to work really hard in college and change the world.
Part of me wants to not work hard at all and marry some rich guy.
And the other 97% of me just wants to sleep. ❞
me (via xolesrodxo)
You say I have more time then I think? Oh is that so? As if you don’t see that I get up every single morning to go to work. And then I go to school. And then I get home at 9 on Monday and Wednesday’s and then 5:30 on the other days. But yet I still have time to clean my room and get it in order? As if I don’t have to come home, shower, cook dinner, and do the dishes. As if I don’t have to try and find time to do my own homework and try and do my best in college. And then on the weekends I have to clean the house, I have to do laundry, I have to do my homework. But yet where’s that me time I deserve? I’m out of the house 52 hours a week. Where do I have time to do something I want? Oh but now I have to get my room in order because YOUR daughter is a pack rat and doesn’t get rid of anything in our room. Get on her about it. And don’t fucking tell me to apologize. I’m not apologizing I do way more than I should. I do so much but you always want me to do more. Just fucking wait. The more you do this the more I want to move out. The more I want to get away from you. Because nothing is ever good enough. And I’m over it.
She hurt you so much. But yet she can still call you at 1 am and you’re there. What if I needed you at 1? Would you be there? I know I’ve done my fair share of hurting you but I’m still here. I never went more than a day of not talking to you. I always told guys they have to deal with you. But you don’t know that. I don’t want to give up. But it just frustrates me. I haven’t even hung out with any other guy like that. It makes me think you’re not ready for this. We’re not in high school. I don’t expect you to revolve your life around me. But I do expect you to respect me. And see that I’m watching out for not only you but myself. I don’t want to get hurt. I’ve never been hurt. And I quite honestly don’t want to be hurt either. I’ll be damned if you’re the one to do it.