fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyouxx
you get my hopes up telling me yes yes yes and then when the time comes your just like, no.  i can never catch a break and i always have to take care of everyone and everyone else is always a fucking priority but i have to do this and that, doesn’t matter if i believe in this or that or not.  it doesn’t matter.  it doesn’t matter that i’m sad and angry and have no time to myself or that i feel like a hypocrite because of you.  my feelings don’t matter.  i have to be a mother and a babysitter and a host and darling and presentable and outgoing and guess what? i’m just not.  i’m just not! okay?