Daily Vent turned into nothing. So I’ll write whenever the fuck I want because it’s my blog and I can do that. Here’s some notes to various people in  my life. If you think one of these is to you, I guarantee you it’s wrong. and anyway, no one is following this that I know so fuck. 

Bitch, your boyfriend isn’t attractive. I don’t want him, and I’m actually offended by the fact you think I do.

I still write you letters in my diary even though I’ve been over you for a year now.

I’m worried about you. you have destructive side, and you beat yourself up. you drive me up the wall half of the time, and sometimes I feel like when we hang out you just want to feel bad for yourself, and you want to drag me down with you. But I really love you and I have no idea what I would do without you.

I hate the fact that you don’t understand me at all. I don’t want to hook up with you because I get too attached. I told you that, but you just told me that I could not get attached if I really tried. And you’re acting like I’m just prude and not letting myself. I hooked up with you several times. So where is this sudden prude wave coming from? Oh and sometimes I hate listening to you talk, so I zone out and look at your face. sorry. And P.S. moving my hand to your crotch in public is not a good way of getting me to hook up with you.

I don’t like to speak when it isn’t necessary. Yeah in school I pretend to be this social butterfly that can talk to everyone and loves to speak her mind. When I come home, I can’t handle anymore bullshit. I NEED to not talk. You really don’t understand that. And when you talk constantly, expecting me to answer every 6 seconds, I get annoyed. I’m sorry. I can only be perfect for 9 hours a day. I can’t handle it. And you don’t get it.

I’m starting to understand your way of living as I’m getting older, but the instability scares me. Not having a house scares me. When you live on 40 dollars a week, it scares me. I love you, and you mean so much to me, but I get so frustrated. This book you’re writing isn’t going to suddenly buy you a house and a steady job. Putting your entire everything into this book isn’t going to pay off. And I think somewhere in your head you know it. But giving into the reality would take you to a place where your fantasy world doesn’t exist. It’s so weird how someone can be 40 years older than me, but is more naive than I have ever been.

I’m not perfect. We all know it. So please, realize that I’m not a super human. I probably cry 3 times more often than you do. I don’t think I’m better than anyone, sorry I can’t play the villain for you.