I remember like
and I remember love.

But, I can't remember when I became so full of hate.



Memories clouded by substances and manipulation.



Do I want this?
Brainwashed.


Wait, is it hate?
Maybe it's fear.




I think I'm afraid of you.

I don't hate my life,
but sometimes it feels pretty
worthless to say the least.
I'm 20, a pretty useless age.
Stuck between a teenager and
being able to drink.
I work about 45 hours a week,
pay my bills,
eat a lot of junk,
barely get enough sleep
and repeat.
I see my boyfriend for less than 24 hours
a week,
and I'm lucky to see anyone else.
Adults always tell me to enjoy this
time alone, because one day I'll
barely be able to find a minute.
But I don't think they meant this much.
Everyone needs a little conpany,
otherwise the walls start to speak.