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I’m done.

I’m tired of still feeling hurt by you. I’m tired of getting sad over you. I’m tired of you treating me like I’m nothing after we briefly shared something at one point. You lead me on and then abandoned me for someone who treats you like shit. It’s fucking obvious that I and probably everybody else treats you way better and you still can’t get that fact through your head. 

I’m so tired of writing you dumb letters that you’ll never read. I’m tired of hurting and suffering here while you remain completely oblivious to everything. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

You ass. I’m done.

  • Brother: This fucking asshole with her girlfriend problems
  • Dad: Who?
  • Brother: You know who.
  • Dad: Tasha?
  • Brother: Yeah, her!
  • Me in my room: LOL

 I’ve never felt so mad at myself before

and it’s all because of a girl..

Stop being the quiet one

and fucking rage against the world!

You have no idea how pissed I am right now at Arizona

First off, she dropped her dream in Africa and came back to be with Callie. Then Callie got pregnant with Mark’s baby and Arizona still wanted to be with her, regardless. Second, after Arizona lost her leg Callie stayed by her side trying to be a supportive wife while Arizona was going through her “bitchy phase”. 

And all of a sudden, this doctor randomly comes in the picture and starts flirting with Arizona and she just throws everything she and Callie went through out the window for a one night stand. 




To whom it may concern:

My name is Natasha. Those that know me in real life know that I’m a very shy, kind loving person. I can be a good friend to those who need it. But most people don’t see past the shyness of my self being and see who I really am. Who that is, I’m still trying to figure out still. 

But what I do know is that I’m broken. Like other people, I try to hide that I am. Fake a smile. Tell people I’m ok when I’m really not. 

What I really an is tired. Tired if hoping for a better tomorrow. Hoping for a greater future. Hoping the pain stops. Hoping that I’m not really insane. 

All my life, I’ve been trying really hard to fit in somewhere. But i never do. With my friends, with my family. Nowhere.  Wherever I am, I am alone. I get so lonely sometimes that I talk to the voice in my head like it’s an actual person in front of me. 

No one wants me around. I do something wrong and everyone attacks me. I am weak. Too weak for this world. Too weak for this lifetime. I’ve become distant with everybody. So me disappearing forever wouldn’t bring anyone pain. It wouldn’t upset anyone. It’s be like I was never there. Who’s to say that I’ve made if not any impact on someones life. Let alone bring happiness to it. 

Death is a promise. A happy ending promise. 

I’m getting dress to go to a funeral

& my mom has the fucking nerve to walk in and say what I’m wearing is garbage.

& to top it off she goes on saying that what I wore to a party last year made her feel embarrass to have me as a daughter.

Fuck off, mom. If I look like garbage, how about YOU BUY ME SOME FUCKING CLOTHES rather than send the money to a bunch of greedy, money thirsty bastards in the philippines.

Fuck, i’m in a shit mood.

(Source: natashiyaa)

I don’t care if he’s family.
He’s still a dick.