when there's nothing left.

I've reached a point where people hurting me is normal and people being nice is a rarity.

Two years ago, I thought the best course of action for my personal happiness was to find someone as soon as possible. But at the moment, the mere idea of men makes me want to stab someone.

It starts by me wanting to be nice and helpful. A good friend. And ends with hurt and anger and confusion.

Effing tubas. They can burn in hell.

I didn't mean that. I'm just really angry right now.

I don't even know who my real friends are anymore. Too many people have taken advantage of me lately.

I need out of here.