I’m a basket case. I already know that, it’s nothing knew to you and it certainly isn’t to me. I’m fucked up from shit I’ve been through thanks to others but also thanks to myself. I know what I’m here for. I get it, I’m not supposed to have the easy good life where people who actually love me are in it. I’m supposed to have the rough one so I get and keep thick skin and learn to make others happy in their lives.
It’s what I feel I’m meant to do and I’ve made peace with it. I’m the friend who is supposed to be the; shrink, fun time, and go to person so that way I can fix the other basket cases. I’m supposed to keep everything in and not break in front of others. It’s difficult but I’m dealing.
So why aren’t you? Don’t try and fix me. Even if I drunk/high txt or call you spilling out some dark secrets ignore it and act like I don’t exist. Don’t you fucking dare txt me back saying I need help. I won’t except any from you or from anyone else.
Easter was today; it was alright with my family.
Didn’t spend it with my dad or mum but I did with my brothers for the most part and then a little bit with the rest of my family.
I put up with my family because I love my grandparents way to much to break their hearts even more by fighting with anyone and I lala loveee my little cousin Christopher Ace Plasse. Honestly he is the most innocent child in our family and I think that is what makes me drawn to protecting him. I don’t want him to hurt like everyone else,
I don’t want him to go through any of the pain my family shares. He is just so young, happy and vibrant.
School tomorrow marks seven more weeks until graduation…FUCK YEAH :)