because when i scream... (you) can't hear me.
i hate the fact that people have pasts...
i suppose because i imagine them to all be as bad as mine, as hidden, secret, horrible, and ugly...
they're ugly.
i don't like you. at all. stay away from me.
you aren't trustworthy, and can't fool me into thinking that you are... so stop trying. you dirty, whinny, little bastard.
you are a malipulative bitch.
you don't care about anyone. or do, but hate yourself too much to let you... which might, actually, be worse...
you make me more mad than the rest of them... just because you really are selfish... and have no idea that you are... and hate me because i am... when you are just as bad... one day you'll grow up, and i will restrain from laughing in your face about how wrong you were about... everything.
you are simple. and YOUR simplicity is the most disgusting thing i have ever witnessed. you are scared to feel, to be, anything beyond it... because you believe that you might find happiness there... and your simplicity tells you that that must be a sin...
you don't love me... but seem to think you do... and, regardless, get to control my life anyway... because i don't have the nerve... or whatever it is i lack... to stop you...
you only care about me when you need me... or when no one better is around...
you are only looking out for you, because you're scared no one else will...
you pretend to be happy because you are terrified of being just like those sad people you have always hated... and told to get over themselves... because you actually used to believe saddness was selfish... and now you're scared that you were right.
you need to tell me when you don't want me. because it hurts a hundred times more when i hear it, feel it... and you don't say it...
and... you... are weak.
i cannot wait to leave this fucking place.
i cannot wait to leave so much of it so far behind me.
i cannot wait to leave it and never look back.
i cannot wait to leave it... and let it all go.
for forever.
((you.))
i only wish i could leave more of you behind me as well...
soon. will come the time.
and. then. i can choose.
and... i will choose. more than likely...
to let, almost all of you, if not all of you... go.
and. when i do.
i won't ever look back.
and the sky will be more beautiful, and the water, and the wind... because of it.
and i will love life... even more than i do now.
i suppose because i imagine them to all be as bad as mine, as hidden, secret, horrible, and ugly...
they're ugly.
i don't like you. at all. stay away from me.
you aren't trustworthy, and can't fool me into thinking that you are... so stop trying. you dirty, whinny, little bastard.
you are a malipulative bitch.
you don't care about anyone. or do, but hate yourself too much to let you... which might, actually, be worse...
you make me more mad than the rest of them... just because you really are selfish... and have no idea that you are... and hate me because i am... when you are just as bad... one day you'll grow up, and i will restrain from laughing in your face about how wrong you were about... everything.
you are simple. and YOUR simplicity is the most disgusting thing i have ever witnessed. you are scared to feel, to be, anything beyond it... because you believe that you might find happiness there... and your simplicity tells you that that must be a sin...
you don't love me... but seem to think you do... and, regardless, get to control my life anyway... because i don't have the nerve... or whatever it is i lack... to stop you...
you only care about me when you need me... or when no one better is around...
you are only looking out for you, because you're scared no one else will...
you pretend to be happy because you are terrified of being just like those sad people you have always hated... and told to get over themselves... because you actually used to believe saddness was selfish... and now you're scared that you were right.
you need to tell me when you don't want me. because it hurts a hundred times more when i hear it, feel it... and you don't say it...
and... you... are weak.
i cannot wait to leave this fucking place.
i cannot wait to leave so much of it so far behind me.
i cannot wait to leave it and never look back.
i cannot wait to leave it... and let it all go.
for forever.
((you.))
i only wish i could leave more of you behind me as well...
soon. will come the time.
and. then. i can choose.
and... i will choose. more than likely...
to let, almost all of you, if not all of you... go.
and. when i do.
i won't ever look back.
and the sky will be more beautiful, and the water, and the wind... because of it.
and i will love life... even more than i do now.