i think my blog is turning into a combination of architecture, nature, and random shit that comes out of my mouth when i’m angry.

the people who surround me should consider themselves lucky. i don’t get outwardly angry. i bottle it. i let it fester. i don’t tell people when they’ve hurt my feelings. i get passive aggressive. i close myself off. but i don’t tell people when they’ve wronged me. it’s one of those things that the people around me take for granted; that i’m quiet. i could start screaming and yelling. i could make rude comments under my breath—the kind that are meant to be heard. i could provoke people into arguing with me. i could mistreat my friends. if we’re friends and you act rude to me, i’m going to take that to mean that you don’t value my friendship, and based on that, i will stop spending time with you.

but no, i don’t do any of these things. it’s easier to keep my mouth shut and keep it all to myself.

i don’t tell people much anymore. and i prefer to keep it that way. but maybe i should stand up for my sorry ass for once in my life.

i need to escape. i really need to escape, before i do something i regret.

you need to leave. please go away, and leave me alone.

and don’t think you can ever tell me what i can and cannot do. i’m done listening to you.

if you couldn’t tell by the things i’ve just reblogged, i’m really looking forward to summer and i want it to be perfect.

i’m so close to finishing what’s been a truly shitty year of school, and i can almost taste the freedom and sunshine.