Happiness Non-Existent.

first rant of the summer-here we go.

I hate how I always have to give up what I want for someone else to be happy. I hardly ever get to be the happy one. I sacrifice a lot of me, just to make everyone else’s life easier, or better. Everyone deserves to be happy, and if I have to give up mine for someone else, then I guess so be it.

I’m not good at anything. I can’t dance, I can’t sing, I can’t play any fucking instrument as I should, I can’t play sports, I’m not the best writer, more people are creative or smarter than me. So why even try ?

I hate how you blow me off every time I ask you to hang out. It’s like I’m not even important to you anymore. You spend time with everyone else, and never with me. I’m sick and tired of it. I’m always second, third, or not even a choice in soo many of my friend’s eyes. I’m just tired of this.

So I ask myself, why aren’t I dead yet ?

like-ya:

hey baby,

if it’s not too much treble,

i’d really like to ‘B’ with you

… naturally.

(Source: perlahaha, via listentothepianist)