Thursday, May 15, 2008
" track ; 4:09 PM "
this is the thing, i can't keep thinking you're a modern classic or an expensive replica of Picasso's work. because you're not. and above everything, i've given this all i have. maybe you've gotten so annoyed at me, but hey, i really don't give a flying fuck what you may think of me right now. i've got this life to live, to make it mine, to own it, and there's no way in hell i'm going to let you ruin this. i'm not blaming you, because it's my fault for letting myself go crazy for a bit. it definitely is my fault for not focusing on the things i should have been focusing on. there isn't any part of me that thinks this is your fault , but what i'm trying to say here is, don't you ever think you're superior or any better than me. the very fact that you've gone through this before (i know you have.) makes you just like me. so for you to sneer or scoff, please, you're in no position to do so.
listen to your friend, whoever you want to listen to, make judgements, make faces. you're almost 18 for god's sake, why not act like it? didn't i stop all my crap a long time back? so why are you aggravating the situation, i just don't get it.
for the last time, i'm not a sappy baby here. i'm not upset, i'm not angry, i'm not annoyed. i'm just at the least, very disappointed with myself. this really isn't about you anymore - so. bye.
truth is, i would never tell you all these things. let's just hope you're fucking telepathic hat allows you to receive all my brainwave information.
i've got my friends who have my best interest at heart- all around me. they've helped me through this and i'm going to get out of this, unscathed.
on a poopy note, i'm sick. sore throat, fever, the whole lot. still have to run off to school tomorrow for the effing maths and science junk. i need sleep. desperately. if only my throat didn't feel like there's a furball wedged right in the middle.
and i do apologise for my three sentence posts lately. i've not been feeling particularly wordy.
listen to your friend, whoever you want to listen to, make judgements, make faces. you're almost 18 for god's sake, why not act like it? didn't i stop all my crap a long time back? so why are you aggravating the situation, i just don't get it.
for the last time, i'm not a sappy baby here. i'm not upset, i'm not angry, i'm not annoyed. i'm just at the least, very disappointed with myself. this really isn't about you anymore - so. bye.
truth is, i would never tell you all these things. let's just hope you're fucking telepathic hat allows you to receive all my brainwave information.
i've got my friends who have my best interest at heart- all around me. they've helped me through this and i'm going to get out of this, unscathed.
on a poopy note, i'm sick. sore throat, fever, the whole lot. still have to run off to school tomorrow for the effing maths and science junk. i need sleep. desperately. if only my throat didn't feel like there's a furball wedged right in the middle.
and i do apologise for my three sentence posts lately. i've not been feeling particularly wordy.