Don't forget to cry at your own burial.

Misery is all we know lately. Saturday's are all the same. Sympathy is overrated. Like a snapshot when you've lost the game.

I'm better. I'm not going to describe what happened. I'm not going to vent to an empty room. I just wish relationships were easier to come by. And on top of that easier to keep. This is what I get for thinking things could actually work. This is what I get for thinking someone like me deserved love. Maybe the one isn't in my future. Maybe I'll be a floater like Lauren. Growing with every break up and new relationship. And dying with all these experiences but most likely alone. Summer's never work out how you think they will. I don't know why I thought this one would be any different.

Basically. I'm tired of bickering with my parents. I'm tired of getting disappointing news. I'm tired of people living up their summers while I'm stuck with shit. I'm tired of being reminded what I haven't done. I'm tired of people thinking I'm going to do anything for them. I'm tired of questioning. I really just want to drive away. Now. Just get a fucking car throw some clothes in a suitcase and drive away as far away as possible. I don't care what comes next. I'll deal with that when it happens. But that's definitely not an option.

I guess all I can do now is hope for something better...

Depressing posts suck. I promise this won't happen often.