titles suck.
i remember when i used to be online 24/7 and now i’m lucky enough to come on a few times a month. i’m pretty sure no one reads my tumblr. which is probably why i still use this thing. life for me these past few months has been tiring. i’m so tired of who i am. and if i could change who i am, i would. in a freaking heartbeat. i hate the fact that my grandmother hides all the knifes from me. but at the same time i guess i understand. i hate how i’ve lost touch with people. but maybe that’s for the best. i’m not the best person to be around. but then again i’m not perfect. in fact i’m so far from it that i’m not even sure what perfect means. but i do have good intentions. and everything i do or say is for a reason. i hate the look my dad gives me when he thinks i’m not looking. it’s a look of misunderstanding. he doesn’t understand the way i think. although he tries hard to. and i’m just so tired of trying and trying and not getting anywhere. honestly i feel like god hates me. i miss my old life. back then i didn’t have to worry about much. now it seems like i worry about everything. so now i sit in my room and write poetry. and take pictures of anything and everything. all day long. i’m not sure what the point of this post is. i guess i just wanted to say sorry to anyone i’ve ever hurt. but, i’m trying to get better. and trying is all i really can do.
