I hate making efforts. I hate being the one who texts first.
I know people don’t “miss” me as much as they say they do in reply to me saying it to them first. I know they don’t “miss” me more.
It’s stupid. I remember shit, you know? I text people at midnight wishing them happy birthday. I know they don’t appreciate it.
I really want to just go away. Go visit other states and stay there for an amount of time and see shit. I don’t want to meet people, really, because I don’t want to meet someone I’ll bond with just to find later they’re fucking horrible.
I’m losing my train of thought. My fucking cousins 3 year old is crying. Its midnight. She’s pissing me off.