love is not anything
Im so alone in this fucking world, yet many people continue to surround me, trying to make me happy, while im struggling to be content with life. I've fallen into the wrong path, something that I never wanted to pick up again, yet I can't seem to put down. This part of my life is a constant struggle. I can hardly do this anymore. I can not wait until Wednesday 1:45 where a huge burden is lifted off my shoulder for a few months. As I layed in my car tonight I realized what Damage I could do, How dependant I really am. How I hate myself for being me. How I dont want to see you happy but I don't want to be sad. How many mistakes I have made, how many regrets I have, how fucked up I am. No one even cares, or wants to hear what I have to say, why do I continue to type and just put myself out there in the open.
I'm wrapped around your fucking finger and you don't even realize it. you have no idea what i would do for you.
I'm wrapped around your fucking finger and you don't even realize it. you have no idea what i would do for you.