..it's electric...the neon hurt inside your phonecall...
This sucks so bad.
Everyone's got a theory to spit out and people that I would never think would even care enough to say one thing about me are talking about what happened and, of course, have their own theories.
I don't know how to explain to them that they have it all wrong.
All wrong.
Now everything's a chore. School's a mess. Home's a mess. There's no middle place where I can go and be okay. Well, no -- that's incorrect. There was 2 places today, and it had to do with friends lending me support. Somehow, I'm grateful because it's nice to see who really cares.. and who really really doesn't. But this isn't the way I wanted to learn all of that. This was never ever supposed to happen, but apparently people think I wanted it to. I'm not deranged, please.
And now I don't know what to do so I'm just like "ugh. whatever." 'cause what is there left to do? So, who cares if my sleeves go up or not now. I don't. Maybe people should pay less attention to my arms and more attention to other more important things.
I'm not sure how much more of it I can take.. so tomorrow I'm going to just get through the day and then the weekend will be spent in a lot of R&R and alone time.
Everyone's got a theory to spit out and people that I would never think would even care enough to say one thing about me are talking about what happened and, of course, have their own theories.
I don't know how to explain to them that they have it all wrong.
All wrong.
Now everything's a chore. School's a mess. Home's a mess. There's no middle place where I can go and be okay. Well, no -- that's incorrect. There was 2 places today, and it had to do with friends lending me support. Somehow, I'm grateful because it's nice to see who really cares.. and who really really doesn't. But this isn't the way I wanted to learn all of that. This was never ever supposed to happen, but apparently people think I wanted it to. I'm not deranged, please.
And now I don't know what to do so I'm just like "ugh. whatever." 'cause what is there left to do? So, who cares if my sleeves go up or not now. I don't. Maybe people should pay less attention to my arms and more attention to other more important things.
I'm not sure how much more of it I can take.. so tomorrow I'm going to just get through the day and then the weekend will be spent in a lot of R&R and alone time.