Life or something like it
Last night I was talking to a friend from school and I learned a lot about him just based on his girlfriend and like of music. I'm on of those people who just automatically judge people. Well this guy is really cool for a preppy kinda guy. He is WAY different at home. We talked about a certain girl I like and some other things. This really hoped me out cause little did anybody know I was hurting inside last night. I found out a girl I flirted like everyday with and that I kinda hooked up with went on a date and I found out and she tried to apologize but instead of getting mad at he I got mad at myself. I keep getting blinded by love then getting stabbed by it sooner or later. I have basically given up. I was gonna fucking explode last night but I didn't cause I learned that this friend had it hard just like me but hes happy go lucky so I never would have thought. We all have skeletons in our closet and we're defined by them preps, goths, punks, pop punks, geeks, freaks. Its our life and we don't even live it. We live other people idea of life. Well I'm done so My Homie you know who you are. Keep on fighting. Before I go heres a little something I think about lately. Why is it the only person that can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry in the first place?