You make me miserable.
god i hate you.
enough of this nonsense, im 22!
i shouldnt be feeling like a stupid 16 yr old who wants to run away.
goddamn it..
forget the being happy now
ure just gonna screw up my damn week now oh i know.
well thank god i have my room n my entertainment
so i guess ill just havta stay inside n rot.
there're doors, there're windows, thankfully theres no way to hurt myself in here.
n Now im freaking hungry but now we know i'll havta screw that n starve.
i hope you get your freaking kick out of it this week.
coz, got knows it has already broken me.
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n if i told you, what would you say?
somehow i think, you'd have nothing.
i had you on a pedestal.
what would you know about saving me.
(n yet its still you i dream of.)
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