Македонија на Македонците!
They know I’m depressed and yes often when they ask me to do stuff I will decline because damn, sometimes I’m just too fucking depressed to handle it. But on occasion I like to go.
That doesn’t mean, shut me off.
Not ONE of them, my “BEST FRIENDS”, apart from a couple that are physically incapable of actually being in the same town as me, bothered to call or text me when I was posting on here and twitter how suicidal and depressed I was.
And you know the worst part is? The worst part is, they could have easily seen it, because THEY HAVE TUMBLRS AND I’VE SEEN THEM POST SHIT WITHIN THE PAST 2 DAYS.
So actually, fuck you. Don’t fucking call me to hang out this summer, don’t pretend you care, don’t bother apologizing.
GODFUCKINGDAMNIT. I WAS TRYING TO BUY TICKETS FOR 2 GODDAMN HOURS. FUCK YOU.
I KNEW THAT THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.
JINGLE BALL CANNOT BE SOLD OUT. ITS 8:45 AM THE DAY THE TIX WENT ON SALE.
I’VE BEEN WAITING SINCE LAST FUCKING YEAR.
all i want to do is see my favorite artists…