God Fucking Damnit
These people are freaking ridiculous.
Jesus Fucking Christ if I throw myself as many pity parties as they do no wonder I want to slit my wrists all the damn time
Why is the simple fact so hard to understand
It doesn't fucking end here. "I'll never find love again" Shut the fuck up. This is literally the text I just sent someone:
"You're just throwing yourself these pity parties and just, God. Enough. You're not fucking helpless. If you don't like something about yourself, change it. You're not even trying to be happy cause you're so damn set on thinking that there's this one thing that'll make you happy, some girl that fucking cheated on you three days after she got another option. Maybe you were a bad boyfriend I don't fucking know, it doesn't fucking matter. You were probably a bad boyfriend partly because you don't love yourself, which, surprise surprise, means you don't even know what real love is, which would explain a lot because you couldn't hurt someone so bad if you truly loved them. I'm a completely objective third party and she fucked up man. And she's fucking you up too. Maybe you think you deserve it because you fucked her up, but, news flash, people fuck each other up, it happens, stop dwelling on it and move the fuck on, cause even if you guys are a match made in the stars, her getting back together with someone ho doesn't love himself and literally thinks he's gonna die without her isn't gonna do either of you any good. Jesus."
Oh, and also, I feel like I've been wanting a Kristoff and I thought I had to be Anna to get it but I'll be damned if I can't have my cake and eat it too, cause I'm kind of fucking proud of what I just wrote and Anna couldn't spit that shit out.
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