I'M. DONE.

I'm done caring about what other people think of me.
I'm done caring about my parents moving on from each other. No matter how fucking soon it is. I'm done.
I'm done being upset when my dad ditches me and my little brother while watching a movie to talk to his slut of a girlfriend. Half an hour before the movie ends. But no worries, I'm done. Remember? I'm done.
I'm done believing in my parents. I'm on my own, now. Although I'm 18 and this is supposed to be inevitable, before today I believed that they still had the right, and willingness, to take care of me. Funny that isn't currently happening.
I'm done dressing for cold weather. It's may. I'm wearing a dress tomorrow, damn it.
I'm done thinking that boys will be like in the movies--the one to come up to a girl, not the other way around. Life's not a movie, Melanie. Life is definitely not a movie.
I'm done trying to figure OUT life. What the HELL is life. What is it? Will someone please be kind enough to just tell me? I'm completely oblivious, I guess. Well, besides the fact that it is TOTALLY fucked up.
I'm done eavesdropping on my dad's phone calls. I'm just setting myself up for things I don't want to hear.
I'm done expecting me to be my dad's number one girl anymore. Obviously skank-whore girlfriend matters more to him than his time with me. Little does he realize his time is running out and I can't be his little girl anymore. I can't. He also doesn't remember all of the time I've spent in the hospital, the many times I've almost died, LITERALLY. Died. Those times aren't over yet. He doesn't realize how bad my asthma's been lately. Mainly because I haven't told him because I don't want to distract him from his precious girlfriend. As stupid as that is, I still don't want to tell him. Just no.


As many of these things that I'm done with, I am not, however, done with believing in karma. Karma is what I've been relying on the past few months. So far it hasn't given anything back to me, but nevertheless I will rely on it. If you want to tell me differently, that there is no such thing as karma, f-you. Okay? I'm done listening to people talk shit about me, and karma will come back to bite them on the ass. JUST saying.

So. I'm done.
Thank you.
Bye.
M