Okay, I'm done.
I'm tired of being used as something you can wipe down and throw away.
I'm tired of putting my heart out there.
Every time I do that, it backfires in my face.
Every. Single. Fucking. Time.
I'm a human girl with emotions.
I'm not a piece of tissue paper or the tips of shoelaces.
I was not put on this earth for the pleasure of others while I whimper in the corner at my disastrous luck.
I. Am. Done.
Welcome the new Steph.
Filled halfway with cold detachment and topped up with nonchalant indifference.
Nobody seems to care about my feelings.
So why should I give a fuck?
Nonchalance is the meal of the day and I'm starving.
Congratulations, England. You've managed to give yet another reason why your country is flushing down the drain: there are just too many shits everywhere.
This is a girl. This is her blog. That's pretty much the gist of where you are now on the internet.
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