Am I not allowed to be happy?
Do you know how much it sucks, never to do anything but sit here in my room and waste my days away on Tumblr?
I mean, Tumblr is great. But it isn’t living. Not for me.
You know how pathetic I feel spending each and every day assuring myself that I’m not completely worthless because, I kid you not, despite all my stupid flaws, I have a blog with a decent amount of followers. (These-radiant-shadows). Even if people do only follow it for the follow back.
I have no social life. Every second, I am reminded of that. By myself, by my parents, and by my fucking bitch of a therapist. So, no, I’m not okay tonight.
I’m never okay at night. In the evenings, I mean.
Because, while other people might OCCASIONALLY go out with their friends, I’m always right here on tumblr. 24/7.
And my parents can deny it all they want, but they’re not as helpful as they’d like to think. Because, on the rare occasion that someone actually wants to do something with me, I always get a no. For some stupid fucking reason. Or, like tonight, for no real reason at all…I hate everything.
No, not really. Aadi’s still awesome.
