“I’ve only been gone a week,” I reminded him.
“Well, a week’s a long time. It’s seven days. Which is one hundred and sixty-eight hours. Which is ten thousand, eighty minutes. Which is six hundred thousand, four hundred seconds.”—Meg Cabot (via jayalzacee) (via cupidshotyou)
I wish i can be more direct and selfish and just tell you that i’m sick and tired of your shit and i don’t want to deal with it anymore. But i will be a cold and heartless bitch and no one likes a cold and heartless bitch. And everyone will start to think that i am a selfish, bad person and not so nice after all. But i do have my limits too and i really don’t want to give a fuck anymore. The worst part is that i don’t even think that i’m a close enough friend to bother so much. Would i rather be inconvenienced or hated by everyone? Normally i would choose inconvenienced because i want to be a good friend but now i don’t really know anymore.
“I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out.”— Elizabeth Wurtzel (via prettylittlerichboys)