Some things to get off my chest
So I think I'm going to confess some stuff but only because I know no one reads this shit anyways and I really need to get this out.
I wish you would just go away. I don't like you. I know you like me but seriously, enough is enough, its just getting creepy now.
I regret so much in my life and I try to hate myself for those regrets but deep down I can't find it in me. I don't think I regret them afterall.
I love you, and sometimes I think you love me too. The looks we share and the moments we have but then I think that there is no way that you could possibly love me.
I hate you but it kills me to see you fuck up on the drugs. I think its because you stole him from me and I just want him to be happy.
I never did date him even though I told you I did. I just didn't want to go flirt with mindless guys with you so I made him up and told you I was taken. I think you still think I'm in a relationship.
I am bisexual but I'm scared to death that you'll find out because your the one who made me that way.
I am scared to death that you wont need me anymore and I'll be alone afterall.
I still wish on 11:11 and I still have hope one wish will come true.
That time we stayed up all night and just looked at the stars meant way more to me than you will ever know.
I don't believe in god. Please don't hate me
The only reason I write depressing and sad stories is because I write what I know. Not that you'd understand that, or me.
The reason I cut was because you hurt me.
The reason I kept cutting was because I was just waiting for you to notice. It took 4 months, 2 weeks and 5 days, and then you took away one razor and told me I was a bad girl. Like a fucking dog. That night I went to the garage and cut myself with a box opener and I still have the scar, just waiting for you to notice.
I stole the money off your dresser and I don't feel bad you selfish whore!
I hate how much I care about him. He doesn't even know my name....
It kills me inside to hear you talk about him. Even though I know it'll never happen when you describe someone that you like, I secretly pray that you'll say that person is me afterall.
Wow, I'm really fucked up arn't I? Don't judge.
And just some lyrics for kicks.
Its been a long time but now I'm coming back home
Ive been away now
oh how ive been alone
wait till I come back to your side
We forget the tears we cried
If your heart breaks turn me away
If your hearts strong
hold on
I wont be late
wait till I come back to your side
We forget the tears we cried
I feel as thought
You aught' to know
Ive been good
As good as I can be
Im trusting you
And I know you'll wait for me
It's been a long time
But now I'm coming back home
I wish you would just go away. I don't like you. I know you like me but seriously, enough is enough, its just getting creepy now.
I regret so much in my life and I try to hate myself for those regrets but deep down I can't find it in me. I don't think I regret them afterall.
I love you, and sometimes I think you love me too. The looks we share and the moments we have but then I think that there is no way that you could possibly love me.
I hate you but it kills me to see you fuck up on the drugs. I think its because you stole him from me and I just want him to be happy.
I never did date him even though I told you I did. I just didn't want to go flirt with mindless guys with you so I made him up and told you I was taken. I think you still think I'm in a relationship.
I am bisexual but I'm scared to death that you'll find out because your the one who made me that way.
I am scared to death that you wont need me anymore and I'll be alone afterall.
I still wish on 11:11 and I still have hope one wish will come true.
That time we stayed up all night and just looked at the stars meant way more to me than you will ever know.
I don't believe in god. Please don't hate me
The only reason I write depressing and sad stories is because I write what I know. Not that you'd understand that, or me.
The reason I cut was because you hurt me.
The reason I kept cutting was because I was just waiting for you to notice. It took 4 months, 2 weeks and 5 days, and then you took away one razor and told me I was a bad girl. Like a fucking dog. That night I went to the garage and cut myself with a box opener and I still have the scar, just waiting for you to notice.
I stole the money off your dresser and I don't feel bad you selfish whore!
I hate how much I care about him. He doesn't even know my name....
It kills me inside to hear you talk about him. Even though I know it'll never happen when you describe someone that you like, I secretly pray that you'll say that person is me afterall.
Wow, I'm really fucked up arn't I? Don't judge.
And just some lyrics for kicks.
Its been a long time but now I'm coming back home
Ive been away now
oh how ive been alone
wait till I come back to your side
We forget the tears we cried
If your heart breaks turn me away
If your hearts strong
hold on
I wont be late
wait till I come back to your side
We forget the tears we cried
I feel as thought
You aught' to know
Ive been good
As good as I can be
Im trusting you
And I know you'll wait for me
It's been a long time
But now I'm coming back home