What else can I do...
You know... the one thing I hate most about my life, is when I'm alone. When I feel like I'm not worth spending time with... when someone can't seem to find me interesting enough to even stay awake to talk to me.
Here I sit... on my bed... alone...
I can't explain why I feel so sad on a Saturday night with absolutely no one to talk to. I just do. It's disappointing to me. Why can't I be secure enough with myself to say, "Okay. He's tired. It's alright if he goes to bed. It doesn't have a thing to do with me. I should get some rest too."
There's a claim that's been stated already that it has nothing to do with me... I'm supposed to believe it. My brain does. My heart doesn't.
I need to get over this and stop crying. It could all be much worse I suppose.
Here I sit... on my bed... alone...
I can't explain why I feel so sad on a Saturday night with absolutely no one to talk to. I just do. It's disappointing to me. Why can't I be secure enough with myself to say, "Okay. He's tired. It's alright if he goes to bed. It doesn't have a thing to do with me. I should get some rest too."
There's a claim that's been stated already that it has nothing to do with me... I'm supposed to believe it. My brain does. My heart doesn't.
I need to get over this and stop crying. It could all be much worse I suppose.