Alright uh.. yeah. This is mainly just going to reminisce and cry.
I'm just a problem.
I'm just a problem that can't be solved, no matter how many times you try you can't solve it until you run out of space on the paper, tears littered around the paper from erasing a wrong answer until it's nothing but smudge.
All I am is a problem. A parasite. A wrong answer.
I don't actually know what to do anymore.. I'm lost...
Get over it, is something a lot of people have been telling me. How can I get over it? I don't know how to.. I'm trying to get over it but I cant. I just want the past back.
When times were much simpler... I couldn't ask for anything more. I just want to rewind times please if I knew how it would turn out like this I would cherish every moment more than I already did.
I show off this invulnerable, tough, 'not afraid to call you a bitch' chick. But she isn't real. Just an act. An act that keeps me sane enough to survive another putrid day in this shitty, dying, wasteland of a world. My dreams continuously die in front of me and no matter how hard I try I can't piece them back together.
I can't understand my emotions. One second I'll have pure hatred for someone, the next I'll cry over them. God that sounds so damn toxic and fake. Probably is.. I am toxic, aren't I? I'm the definition of snake.
All I want is for someone to care when I tell them I want to cry and die..
