Fuck Off World.

I hate this. I was going so well for ages. I was actually borderline happy. I loved it. It made me feel okay again. And then it all cam crashing down. Such small things made my life fall apart at the seems again. I hate it. I wanted it to be it, I wanted to be able to say I was happy without worrying about when my world would crash again. I can't find clothes that fit me. I found out my uncle could potentially be dying from something I never knew he had, and then this morning I found out shit... I thought I mattered to some people. It doesn't really seem that way anymore. People don't need me to be happy, even if they say they do. It's pretty clear and obvious for me now that nobody reeeeally needs me, they just like having me around for when they may think they need me there for them. It's only sometimes. Only sometimes. Never all the time. If the world is so determined for me to be unhappy then maybe I should just stop trying to be.