I'm so fucking sick of

being people's last resort.

they have me going, thinking we're all friends and true and shit.

but when other people come along, I get dismissed.

No wonder I continue to be disheartened in life.

Because apparently, my soul is oh so expendable.

thank you, world, for enlightening me of my true purpose.

fuck.

you know WHAT.
fuck everybody.
because the reason why i am incapable of keeping a consistent string of a million friends
like everyone else,
is because i can't conform who i am.

i am me, legitimately and consistently, plain me.