EF YOU SEE KAY
I hate my life.
Oh, maybe that's because I don't fucking have one.
I sit at home all day long.
I don't go outside.
I don't go anywhere.
Even when I'm rarely invited somewhere, I don't go.
I don't like the sun.
I don't like anything.
I sit home all day.
On the computer.
Eating.
Watching Tv.
Waiting for my cell phone to ring.
Or maybe get a text or two.
Fight with my parents.
Hear them insult me.
Hearing my dad compare me to the size of a boat, and then a house.
Going to therapy on thursdays.
School on Fridays.
Doing nothing every weekend.
I've stopped playing my guitar.
I've stopped skating.
I've stopped writing.
I've stopped everything that I loved.
Now, I just am nothing.
I'm holding in too many secrets.
Oh, maybe that's because I don't fucking have one.
I sit at home all day long.
I don't go outside.
I don't go anywhere.
Even when I'm rarely invited somewhere, I don't go.
I don't like the sun.
I don't like anything.
I sit home all day.
On the computer.
Eating.
Watching Tv.
Waiting for my cell phone to ring.
Or maybe get a text or two.
Fight with my parents.
Hear them insult me.
Hearing my dad compare me to the size of a boat, and then a house.
Going to therapy on thursdays.
School on Fridays.
Doing nothing every weekend.
I've stopped playing my guitar.
I've stopped skating.
I've stopped writing.
I've stopped everything that I loved.
Now, I just am nothing.
I'm holding in too many secrets.