am i really that

[guzzleclouds]

unimportant?

i want to say so much more about them, but i just can't my thoughts into words.
every day, either i get blamed or yelled at or called names. i was and i still am
not good enough for them. oh, right. " perfect " they expect me to be just like this
or just like that. comparing me with my friends, god damn, it's so annoying. if they
want me to be like what they've always been wishing for, then just kick me out from
this forgodsaken house. it hurts to say, but i don't really like the both of you right now.
it's like i've lost all of my enthusiasm listening to what you guys have to say. pamper
with all the things you could possibly give me, it still wouldn't be the same ... wait,
with what. it was always been like that.

i don't care anymore.
god, i always say that ... but i always forget to do it.

so, excuse me, if you're wondering why i'm like this ( bad=moody/impatient ), then
i'm sorry. if you can't stand me, then it's your choice to stay or not. i wouldn't know the
difference if  all of you weren't there anymore. people come and go.

... leave or stay. but you don't have a choice. you have got to stay.