I'm Looking For Something Sporty, I Hate You
There are a lot of people who have contributed to me being how I am. One in particular that has affected me I can't avoid, she makes me feel like nothing. Sometimes I yell back, or just sit there, or I go hide. I'm tired, and I don't want to live here, but it's where I live, there is nowhere else. Does that mean I can't live then? No, but the comments are getting to me again. It's a cycle, every 3-4 months, the things she says hurts. The time in-between is spent being apathetic toward her, sometimes toward other people, it leaks over.
School makes me happy, guitar, and...
Everything else, not so much.