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Okay this is me confronting things. Dealing with them. And I know it doesn't make any sense;
"Montana. when are you going to realize YOU FUCKED UP?!" Thanks provider. I know you're supposed to be "telling me like it is" or whatever you'd like to think you're doing.. But I hope you know that in the process you're practically ruining me. I can't take these constant screaming matches and I know that you all have the same problems in your own house and I'm not looking for your pity, I'm using this thing for what I'm supposed to use it for. I'm taking out my frustrations and not giving a shit about anything anymore.
But I'm running out of money and I'm running out of energy and I'm seventeen years old and already dead.
I ran away, only instead of packing my little red suitcase and sitting in under a tree for two hours until I got hungry, I took practically nothing and drove to the only place I knew would hold me. and even it isn't doing a good job, sorry. You're right, I ran away.
The only thing in the world that confuses me more than the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing with my life is my heart. I know what I want and who I love but for some reason I always feel like I'm the last on your list of priorities. I feel like if I didn't put something into whatever it is we are.. there would be absolutely nothing. But it's fine, that's just how you are. that's how things are and whatever give it up montana you're a joke.
"Montana. when are you going to realize YOU FUCKED UP?!" Thanks provider. I know you're supposed to be "telling me like it is" or whatever you'd like to think you're doing.. But I hope you know that in the process you're practically ruining me. I can't take these constant screaming matches and I know that you all have the same problems in your own house and I'm not looking for your pity, I'm using this thing for what I'm supposed to use it for. I'm taking out my frustrations and not giving a shit about anything anymore.
But I'm running out of money and I'm running out of energy and I'm seventeen years old and already dead.
I ran away, only instead of packing my little red suitcase and sitting in under a tree for two hours until I got hungry, I took practically nothing and drove to the only place I knew would hold me. and even it isn't doing a good job, sorry. You're right, I ran away.
The only thing in the world that confuses me more than the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing with my life is my heart. I know what I want and who I love but for some reason I always feel like I'm the last on your list of priorities. I feel like if I didn't put something into whatever it is we are.. there would be absolutely nothing. But it's fine, that's just how you are. that's how things are and whatever give it up montana you're a joke.