The beat of my heart, to the beat of my heart
I just spent five minutes explaining the ending of Arcadia to you, and then you ask me what my name is? What. the. hell. In what world is this okay? I may not socialize with you or make an effort to get to know you but I expect you to, in some deep corner of your brain, file away my name, and the names of all the other kids in your classes.I am just so tired of all this bullshit, of all this everyone using everyone else, of people treating other people like they're disposable. And I am so fricking tired of misogynistic assholes who think they're better than everyone else.
I am angry. I never really get legitimately angry, but right now, that's all I am. I'm not sad - maybe disappointed, maybe bitter, but really, I'm angry.
Because even when I push people out of my life, they just won't go away.
