whaza going on.
but i think im doin alright.
i dont feel so bad.
when im not alone.
or when its daytime.
or when im dancing
or blasting music or thinking boucha
but idk who im thinkin bout.
kinda a jumble of shit and made up marshmallows and forgetmenots.
quite a similar feeling.
its like something snaps you back into life.
like suddenly you realize something.
i hate hate hate that feeling.
but its alllll the time.
because my world is made up of things that spark it.
sometimes its hard to just sit by and wait for it to go away.
or for whatever caused it to go away.
and they wonder why i spend my weekends in bed.
some
times
you
just want to be
alone
and feel like shit
for a long
time.
and
you know what
doesnt help?
people
getting mad at you
for it.
(when you
are already mad
enough at yrself.)
and telling you
that
you
need
to do
homework.
and clean a bunch
of shit.
and that you MUST.
be happy.
and talk
and you MUSTNT
sleep.
and you MUST
eat.
because you are anorexic.
and you look sickly.
and you MUST,
tell us what boy broke yr heart.
and what friend you bitch faught with.
because you are not aloud
to feel like shit
with no BIG
reason.
and it MUSNT
be us.
and our constant punishment.
and everything we do
to fuck
with you.
OR.
the mere struggle
to make yr life work.
especially when you realized.
its all fucking bullshit
and you cant win
theres no goal
and you get royally screwed
no matter
what
you
try
to
do
about it.
so, to sum
up
go fuck yrself.
ps. tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme
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