- Carson Cekola - 17 - Ann Arbor -
I don’t quite understand why you’re ignoring me and making me feel like shit
for the last 3 weeks
but it fucking sucks. I’m not sure what exactly you’re trying to accomplish from it, but it needs to fucking stop.
All it’s doing is pushing me further and further into insecurities and depression and freaking out that you may dump me again and I haven’t eaten much at all the last few days and I constantly feel like I’m about to vomit
so I hope whatever you’re doing this for is worth destructing my mental health
Not only being ignored, but feeling like just trying to talk to you, annoys you.
That on top of seeing you maybe once a week, that when I’m not with you, you’re not talking to me.
The fact that you know that I have self esteem issues, depression, and a history of self harm and an eating disorder,
and that you still are kinda treating me like total shit.
Who’s upstairs fucking too goddamn loud and is calling me, asking why I’m blasting Arctic Monkeys at 1 in the morning.
Hint: It’s so I can’t hear you
P.S. I’m not drunk enough for this yet.
I got concert tickets for Marley and me to go see OMAM, a pair of kick-ass, fancy, and overall nice motherfucking shoes, a set of tea cups, Jackson got me motherfucking Adventure time and Arrested Development
and my mother and I just drank a variety of fancy liquors, cus we classy fucks.
If you cop out of a group project or any school assignment that we had to do together by not doing your work or showing up, give yourself a pat on the back! Because I am now your new enemy.
I’m failing a class by a shit ton (I have a 56% and I need at least a 70), if I can’t get my teacher to give me a withdrawal, I may get kicked out of my program.
I already finished 3 essays and I need to take 3 more tests, 2 more final exams and do 3 more final projects, as well as pick up this final speech that we had 2 weeks to work on because Margaret didn’t show up or text me or shit and told me she was sick even though the 4 people I asked all told me they saw her. Even if I didn’t do my own project, she fucking put most of the work on me anyways. So I have to do that whole thing by Tuesday on top of everything else.
Oh yeah, did I mention I work every fucking night?
And my mom’s being a complete and other twat?
Everything fucking sucks.
Because she came in for a specific ice cream flavor that we only offer in July.
I’m all for legalizing weed, but shit. So many people came in today that reeked of B.O. more than anything, and there where at least 6-7 people that where high to the point of complete incompetence. I mean, come on guys…. 2 couldn’t even formulate words, and almost all of them completely forgot how money works.