Help me, Charlie Bartlett
Guys.
Seriously, what the hell?
When I want you like crazy, there's always something in the way.
I decide to let you go, and then you think you love me.
It's not just one of you.
You're ALL infuriating like that.
OK, not really.
But that's how my life feels right now.
Then there's you.
Perhaps I've given up trying to help you change because it's easier just to assume you're full of shit and give up.
The minute I decide not to care anymore, you have cancer.
I know you do, even though you won't come out and say it.
Always gotta be so fucking mysterious.
How quickly you forget that we can read each other's minds.
I keep all of your weird secrets.
If you love me so much, at least do me the courtesy of telling me whether you're dying or not.
DAMN.
I am SO not mature enough for this.
I need a cigarette.
Or maybe I'll just throw up.
Seriously, what the hell?
When I want you like crazy, there's always something in the way.
I decide to let you go, and then you think you love me.
It's not just one of you.
You're ALL infuriating like that.
OK, not really.
But that's how my life feels right now.
Then there's you.
Perhaps I've given up trying to help you change because it's easier just to assume you're full of shit and give up.
The minute I decide not to care anymore, you have cancer.
I know you do, even though you won't come out and say it.
Always gotta be so fucking mysterious.
How quickly you forget that we can read each other's minds.
I keep all of your weird secrets.
If you love me so much, at least do me the courtesy of telling me whether you're dying or not.
DAMN.
I am SO not mature enough for this.
I need a cigarette.
Or maybe I'll just throw up.