Needed to unload...
Why is it that everything falls at the same time.
I feel like shit, and there is nothing that I can say or do that can make this feeling go away. There's nothing that I can do to make this day start over. No restart button to undo my day from hell.
All I can say is I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I wasted your time. I appologize for not having resonable parents.
Why is it that for the past 8 years you barely speak a word to me, and now all of a sudden you are playing this overprotective father figure. You are not my father- so quit fucking acting like it.
It wasn't my idea for you to turn back. I was looking forward to seeing you. I never wanted this. I'm sorry. All I can hope is that you will forgive me..
Have you ever felt like you were trapped in a box and there are no doors and no windows? No way of escaping and no way of letting anybody inside. Well, there are people inside your box- the people that can at times make life a living hell. This is exactly how I feel right now. This box is a metaphor for my house. The place where your suppose to feel "at home". The cozy place of acceptance, sometimes this isn't always the case.
I feel like shit, and there is nothing that I can say or do that can make this feeling go away. There's nothing that I can do to make this day start over. No restart button to undo my day from hell.
All I can say is I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I wasted your time. I appologize for not having resonable parents.
Why is it that for the past 8 years you barely speak a word to me, and now all of a sudden you are playing this overprotective father figure. You are not my father- so quit fucking acting like it.
It wasn't my idea for you to turn back. I was looking forward to seeing you. I never wanted this. I'm sorry. All I can hope is that you will forgive me..
Have you ever felt like you were trapped in a box and there are no doors and no windows? No way of escaping and no way of letting anybody inside. Well, there are people inside your box- the people that can at times make life a living hell. This is exactly how I feel right now. This box is a metaphor for my house. The place where your suppose to feel "at home". The cozy place of acceptance, sometimes this isn't always the case.