Time to Bow Out
haha. another time. another hurting heart. another screw up. another time to get away. another time to let go for the moment. another time to clear your head. to make me stronger. to pull back because i've gone too far. These are the times that kill me. I hate not talking, not hanging out. not anything. Instead I get 2 in return. 2 that i don't want back. 2 that will never compare. 2 that i don't like. This situation really fucks me up. REALLY. Why do I care. Why do u pretend to care? Yeah, pretend. You won't sell powder to me. because god forbid i do anything horrible. you say u care too much to let me do it. well FUCK you. if u care, why do u always end up leaving. I guess thats what guys are good at huh? My dad was sure good at it. leaving and coming back leaving and coming back and leaving again until finally there was no where for him to come back to.Is that what i'm turning into? My mom. I let you back in everytime. I give you exactly what u want. which i do for nobody. But you, i do. not anymore. I learn. thats all you want. to take. to take my money, my drugs, my alc, my gas, my fucking heart. I hate this game. Its the worst i've ever played. or been played that is. It mind boggles me how i got this way. I don't put up with shit from anyone. I don't care what anyone wants, i don't. so why you? I wish someone could sit me down and tell me EVERYTHING. why i do this, why you do this, what you really do. So I can get so mad, disgusted and infuriated to just hate you. I just want to HATE you with all of my might. and I do at times. then for some reason i forgive. why i don't know. FUCK THIS. ok for real, I'm done. TOTALLY done with this. Over. I don't care anymore. I give up. I'm moving on. I can't do it anymore.