like drinking poison, like eating glass
dear boys,
leave me alone.
you. i'm tired of playing "he loves me, he loves me not". when i used to pick the petals off of flowers, it was fun. now, not so fun. i don't want to spend the rest of my life trying to guess which it will be from day to day. i can't play with you anymore. i want to get off the merry-go-round. if, after 5 whole years, you are more afraid of being stuck with me forever than being without me forever, i think we may finally have an answer! if you don't want me, why should i want you? lets call it what it is and move the fuck on already.
and you. it was fun in the beginning, and pretty much in the middle, and now i really just want to punch you in the face. i don't need another mother or another father. in fact, at this very moment i have one real mother, one ex-step-mother, one mistress-mother, one real father, and one step-father and i think that pretty much doesn't leave room for you. do not slap my hand when i bite my nails. i have bitten my nails since i could put my fingers in my mouth. that's 23 years. you, my dear, are not going to be the one to make me stop, and slapping me only makes me want to do it more. spare me your "sage" words of wisdom about life, you don't have such a great advantage with your extra 5 years. i'm going to do things my way (the hard way) and you can shut up.
and the rest of you. go jump off a cliff. do us all a favor.
leave me alone.
you. i'm tired of playing "he loves me, he loves me not". when i used to pick the petals off of flowers, it was fun. now, not so fun. i don't want to spend the rest of my life trying to guess which it will be from day to day. i can't play with you anymore. i want to get off the merry-go-round. if, after 5 whole years, you are more afraid of being stuck with me forever than being without me forever, i think we may finally have an answer! if you don't want me, why should i want you? lets call it what it is and move the fuck on already.
and you. it was fun in the beginning, and pretty much in the middle, and now i really just want to punch you in the face. i don't need another mother or another father. in fact, at this very moment i have one real mother, one ex-step-mother, one mistress-mother, one real father, and one step-father and i think that pretty much doesn't leave room for you. do not slap my hand when i bite my nails. i have bitten my nails since i could put my fingers in my mouth. that's 23 years. you, my dear, are not going to be the one to make me stop, and slapping me only makes me want to do it more. spare me your "sage" words of wisdom about life, you don't have such a great advantage with your extra 5 years. i'm going to do things my way (the hard way) and you can shut up.
and the rest of you. go jump off a cliff. do us all a favor.