good call. good fucking call.
you don't fucking get it.
you don't. pull me into the middle of this shit. and leave me alone in the center of this. i really fucking appreciate the support.
this is what it's like to be forgotten. i'm glad for your perfect fucking lives and your happiness and all of that shit. you're happy as hell and i'm glad for you. i can think of two people who aren't complete like that....goddamn....i can't forget your smiles...and your shrugs aside like i'm not alive on a driveway while the night is still young. i'm glad you're happy. pretend i don't exist and then call me later, as if you realized that this was the face you were staring into. that's what "friends" are for, right? thanks for the phone calls worrying about me "doing the right thing." thanks a million for leaving me here. thanks for your fucking concern. thanks for making me feel like shit for trying my hardest to be myself...
just like a year ago...you leave me with no other options. i'll feel better in the morning. like always. but as soon as 9:00 rolls around i'm sure i'll face this again. lets see how much longer i can.
this is all too familiar. i think i figured out why i fell so hard and why i left everything like i did in the first place.
goodbye. it's been a fucking pleasure.
you don't. pull me into the middle of this shit. and leave me alone in the center of this. i really fucking appreciate the support.
this is what it's like to be forgotten. i'm glad for your perfect fucking lives and your happiness and all of that shit. you're happy as hell and i'm glad for you. i can think of two people who aren't complete like that....goddamn....i can't forget your smiles...and your shrugs aside like i'm not alive on a driveway while the night is still young. i'm glad you're happy. pretend i don't exist and then call me later, as if you realized that this was the face you were staring into. that's what "friends" are for, right? thanks for the phone calls worrying about me "doing the right thing." thanks a million for leaving me here. thanks for your fucking concern. thanks for making me feel like shit for trying my hardest to be myself...
just like a year ago...you leave me with no other options. i'll feel better in the morning. like always. but as soon as 9:00 rolls around i'm sure i'll face this again. lets see how much longer i can.
this is all too familiar. i think i figured out why i fell so hard and why i left everything like i did in the first place.
goodbye. it's been a fucking pleasure.