You always want to be right and getting everything you want in the end. But what happens to me in the end? I lie down on my bed in a fetal position and cry. Nights where I’m all alone and having no one to talk to after an argument. Times when I hope you’ll call back instead of me. And whenever I call you back after an argument I seem pathetic, weak, and stupid. I feel like you really don’t want me in your life anymore. I’ll promise myself I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll just wait whenever you’re ready to talk to me.

You already know I’m going through hella shit right now: helping my parents pay for my car, buying groceries for me and my brother, taking care of my mom, and paying a full tank of gas every week. And yet you’re making me buy $100 worth of shit for your stupid airsoft gun? Wow, it’s like you don’t give one fuck about me at all. Thanks to the “BEST” fucking boyfriend in the whole entire world. I’m going to shoot myself.

So while you spend all your money on stuff you WANT, I’m spending my money on stuff I NEED. Don’t ask me to buy you something when you already have a job (especially how we work at the same place). I have other things to worry about than spending my money on your shenanigans.

Today is the last day my mom gets to be near our dog. My mom cannot go near my dog due to her illness. It’s going to be really different around the house. I’m going to miss the same routine my mom and my dog had for 7 years.

- mom comes home from work with a smile on her face just cause my dog wants to get a good belly rub from her.

- my dog follows my mom to her room when my mom changes her work clothes to her house clothes.

- whenever my dog begs my mom for food, my mom never gets mad or annoyed.

- whenever my mom is getting ready for bed, my dog begs my mom for water.

- whenever my mom tells my dog to sleep, my dog goes straight to bed.

- and whenever my mom falls asleep on the sofa, my dog sleeps below her feet.

Now my dog is lying down waiting outside my parent’s room begging to come inside. I can hear my parents talking about my dog. I can hear my mom crying.

Hopefully in the next 7 months, things will be back to normal.

People who say they are “Tumblr Famous” are only famous for talking way too much bullshit, acting SUPER hard, and taking slutty pictures. I don’t follow immature high schoolers. Just go back to MySpace.