12=3
I feel like complaining about so much right now.
I always want something. Then I'll get it. Then I don't want it anymore. Then I want something else. But I can't have it.
And if you think you know what I'm trying to say. Then you're probably right. But I'm not talking about materialistic things.
Today was gay. I was forced to go play tennis with my family.
Tomorrow will be gay. I have to go to a nine year olds birthday party at the community center. Then to my seventy-five year old grandmas birthday party.
GAY.
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.
Or we weren't and never will be anything at all.
All I can say is that I don't know what to do anymore.