Anywhere but here...
People change. People leave. I'm really tired of unspoken good-bye's and foreseeing it all coming down the stream at full speed. I'm bored of people, I'm bored of routine, I'm bored of sitting on this bloodsucking machine while my life just falls away around me. It's selfish to think your the only person in the world, but I think I'm the only person in my world. Like it's some dodgeball game, and I just forgot to pick my teammates. It's gone beyond your basic teenage feeling of being misunderstood, because I've been there. I've been there for so long, and the chances that the downhill motion means things are going to get easier instead of coming to their crashing end are unimaginably small.
Screw it. Who needs people anyways. It's my mistake for putting importance on them so they could disappoint. I wish I could leave. Something has to change. Something has to justify the hope that's been kneeling next to the bed with it's hands folded on the edge for years. Something needs to draw the line between it and frustration.
Screw it. Who needs people anyways. It's my mistake for putting importance on them so they could disappoint. I wish I could leave. Something has to change. Something has to justify the hope that's been kneeling next to the bed with it's hands folded on the edge for years. Something needs to draw the line between it and frustration.