maybe i shouldn't care at all..
no matter how much i am hurting right now and want to give up; no matter how much i just want to slit my throat; i feel like there's something that keeps me going on. sometimes i only think it's my love of music and literature. sometimes i think it's my hopes that billy and i will get back together. i'm not sure what it is. all i know is that i'm one of the most brainy and down-to-earth people i know. and my friends all tell me they think so too. so why do i only focus on the cruel and hurtful things people say? why can't i for once believe someone when they tell me i'm beautiful?
i wish there was something i could do for everyone to make all their pain go away. and i’m so thankful and grateful for you guys trying to help me. and wanting to make my pain go away. sometimes i‘d rather see myself suffer. well actually i do all the time. i still hate the feeling of being alone and lost. i think each day i get closer to happiness.
and i hope marcus is safe and i hope he thinks about me, because i think about him all the time. i’m not sure if i’ll write him because my mom thinks he’s too old, but if i don’t i know i’ll still be there for him and be friends with him when he comes home this fall. and i don’t care what my parents say then, when he comes home i’m going to spend as much time with him as possible.
But there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today
i wish there was something i could do for everyone to make all their pain go away. and i’m so thankful and grateful for you guys trying to help me. and wanting to make my pain go away. sometimes i‘d rather see myself suffer. well actually i do all the time. i still hate the feeling of being alone and lost. i think each day i get closer to happiness.
and i hope marcus is safe and i hope he thinks about me, because i think about him all the time. i’m not sure if i’ll write him because my mom thinks he’s too old, but if i don’t i know i’ll still be there for him and be friends with him when he comes home this fall. and i don’t care what my parents say then, when he comes home i’m going to spend as much time with him as possible.
But there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today