Six Feet Under the Stars

A MUCH NEED venting session.

Honestly, if I’m shutting you out, it’s probably for a reason. I’m tired of people. I’m tired of people prying into my personal life like I’m some kind of celebrity. I’M NOT. I’m not on the cover of People Magazine, I don’t have have a multi-million dollar recording contract, I’m not an actor, and I’m not a model. I’m no one special. Yet so many people know so much shit about my life it’s ridiculous. If you didn’t hear it from me, it’s because I didn’t care for you to know. Yet someone else always has to run their mouth when it’s unnecessary. Why do I rant on tumblr? Because the people of Tumblr aren’t ass holes. Because if I rant on Facebook, I just get more comments that irritate the shit out of me. I’m fucking tired of it. You think you get all the crap out of your life and right when you think that, some more sneaks its way right back in. How many times can I break down before things stop going where  they’re going. And of course the one person I want to talk to, that’s a fat chance in hell. It’s bull shit. I’m tired of people. I’m tired of kissing everyone’s ass and getting no respect in return. No matter how many sacrifices I make, it doesn’t matter a bit. There’s always something that’s wrong, or something else that needs to be done, or something I should’ve said, or something I shouldn’t have said. I stick up and have stuck up for so many people, but not many of those people can say that same when it comes to me. I’ve always tried to be the best person I can be, but the shit gets old. Because with being the best person I can be comes the territory of getting walked all over because everyone knows you’re not going to stop them. I’m fucking tired of getting walked on. What’s it gonna take for people to see that? Also, none of you Massachusetts folks are spies. Stop prying around for my business. AGAIN, if I wanted you to know, you would’ve heard it from me. But OBVIOUSLY you did something to make me believe that I can’t trust you. That being said, I DON’T TRUST YOU. So fuck off. I have enough on my plate without bitching, moaning, and nose-dipping going around. Sometimes, things just need to come out. I don’t know how to tell people these things. But honestly, I’m at the point where maybe I need to learn how.