It's just one of those miserable nights.
I didn't push people away.
I kicked them out.
I'm hormonal and everyone is bothering me.
I do not know why.
I do not care why.
It is time I let myself be selfish.
It is time I do things for myself beside drinking
And smoking
And crying
And cutting.
And feeling like **** about the people around me.
Am I needed because you want me?
Or is the fact that there is so much change freaking you out?
I can't be here just so you can have a conatant.
Just to reduce your stress level.
I have a stress level too,
In case you were wondering.
Incase you were wondering too.
All I want to do is scream.
And rip out all of my hair,
And jump off a very high building.
I would do it all too,
If I didn't have enough courage,
And valor in me.
I don't care if I come first,
But I don't like to come in last,
And especially when I don't come in at all.
I at least thought you'd let me continue running the race.