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I've decided the way my life works is I'm super happy for a while, and everything good happens at once. But everything falls apart at the same time too. And I'm fucking sick of it.
Basically what I'm getting at is:
Brian Burke - don't leave.
Laura Paquette - come back.
Nate Buiel - lets hang out again.
Danielle Mixon - come back.
Sara Souza - don't stop hanging out with me cause your boyfriend is home.
Robert Sibley - un-enlist.
Samantha Gurner - just keep hanging out with me every day until I have other friends.
Highschool - don't end.
College - go away.
Everyone else - be my friend again.
You know sometimes when I get up in the morning I don't know if I can face another day. Because shit has been so fucking hard for so fucking long, and it doesn't seem like shits ever going to change. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I look despised at what I see. Cause pride, strength, all of love and life - They don't seem to have a lot to do with me. Feels like something went wrong with me a long time ago. Something inside me way deep down died and I can't remember when. I just don't know where the fuck I went wrong. What's life but a river of tears anyway, huh? Every Day. Each fucking day I pray. I pray to a god that I know does not exist for a way - Some fucking way, some day Far away to make my way through this world full of shit.
Basically what I'm getting at is:
Brian Burke - don't leave.
Laura Paquette - come back.
Nate Buiel - lets hang out again.
Danielle Mixon - come back.
Sara Souza - don't stop hanging out with me cause your boyfriend is home.
Robert Sibley - un-enlist.
Samantha Gurner - just keep hanging out with me every day until I have other friends.
Highschool - don't end.
College - go away.
Everyone else - be my friend again.
You know sometimes when I get up in the morning I don't know if I can face another day. Because shit has been so fucking hard for so fucking long, and it doesn't seem like shits ever going to change. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I look despised at what I see. Cause pride, strength, all of love and life - They don't seem to have a lot to do with me. Feels like something went wrong with me a long time ago. Something inside me way deep down died and I can't remember when. I just don't know where the fuck I went wrong. What's life but a river of tears anyway, huh? Every Day. Each fucking day I pray. I pray to a god that I know does not exist for a way - Some fucking way, some day Far away to make my way through this world full of shit.