totally broke and about to come down with some awful sickness, and that means ill probably end up malnourished and unable to peel myself from my bed, and since theres no home but me for the next week, then theres no one to prevent this from happening. they might come home to my dead body. but no big deal.
you want more then you can have, but you take it too you lie and cheat you never meant a word of it you stomp on things that don't belong to you you react like a child
when i still consider you a friend, when i still gave it my all, when i put you number one, when i trusted every word, i still come out loosing.
its easy to say i'm totally though, and pretend i don't care. but every glance and every mention, i'm sick to my stomach. laughing to keep from crying. i know my anger gets the best of me sometimes and i freak out and say shit i don't mean. making rash decisions is my best attribute..ugh. i hate me.