my arms are tired from trying to talk to you. 'cause whenever i try to talk when im angry, i talk with my hands. WHY ARE YOU SO CARELESS? you cant expect me to sit under this roof all god damn break. i hate how you say you dont care you dont care you dont care. i heard it 20 times, i dont need to hear it 20 more. im not just writing this for my health, im writing this in hope that you'll stumble upon it on youre mac. that im not aloud on. SDKLFJSIOEJFOSEF! KILL ME. im getting so sick and tired of you ragging and nagging and yelling and screaming about absoloutley nothing. things you shouldnt even flip out over. everytime i ask you something, its like living world war 2 in 2008. i swear. im sorry im not the child you hoped for, not like i was planned or anything. so was i meant to be here? god, i hope not. im probably just another mistake in youre life, that you cant erase. you probably wish you could. I WISH I COULD.
who the hell am i kidding here? i dont have to impress anyone. noone in this god damn family is THAT important to me. i mean yeah, youre important sometimes, but at times like these, i wish i had an ocean to drown in. i live the same exact thing everyday, no computer, i listen to music, no music, i lay there, i dont lay there, i walk, i dont walk i sleep; wake up do the same shit again. if i do have a computer i sit on blogger and vent. IM SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING FUCKED UP! and im living life a safe ass mess.
THANKS TO YOU.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
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