Im stuck somewhere in between finally knowing the difference between tears brought on by shock and tears of joy.
You're somewhere in between learning there is a difference between not leaving because deep down you really dont feel like giving into the effort of it all and being too scared to actually ******* leave.
Your mother would be ashamed to hear the words coming out of my mouth and I'm dying to get mine to notice I'm even speaking.
Smoking one cigarette is not going to **** me like I wish it would and buying a pack is a silly waste of pocket change
My dad doesnt love me and I dont believe he ever cared but I'm sure it felt nice to brag about my straight A's before I threw them down the toilet with last nights dinner because I didnt feel good enough.
My thoughts cant come out quick enough and my brain cant scatter them together to form a properly formed sentence. My brain is mush and you are God and Im fighting to have you realize I'm good enough for you to put out of my misery