I can’t please everyone. I cannot. Everything I say or do screw things up and I don’t want that. I hate feeling guilty for what I know I did nothing wrong and it gets worse knowing that you feel guilty that your friends think you’re an ass. Am I, though? If I really was (or still am), then I’m sure you’ve figured me out for a while now. So, why are we friends? Why do you pretend you’re fine with me all these while? Stop, okay. Stop pretending. Stop tellin me I’m one of your best friends just to make me feel better when you hoped I would someday disappear. Stop asking me why I’m upset everyday when at the back of your mind, you wanted me to shut up. Stop looking at me, smiling like everything’s okay when you just wanted me to gtfo.
I can’t describe how unhappy I am right now but I am. I am unhappy knowing that I’m accussed of being fake when I know the people who says I am, are the ones who really are fake. I don’t blame for hating me. I can’t please everyone, can I? No of course not. I just want this section of my life to be over with. I wish I could skip to a chapter where I don’t feel a thing anymore and just move on with life.