don't wanna speak, don't want to eat what's wrong with me?
hear back to weak.
don't know why I don't want to hang with friends,
guess I don't want to have to explain again.
sick of the uncertantity,
everyday unfortunately,
I have to battle with me.
back and forth, forth and back
hour by hour, not sure how to act
so please cut me some slack
making impulsive decisions,
full of anxiety filled confusion
not something I'm choosing
the more I feel connected
the more I kinda don't.
I don't know how to describe myself while im trying to cope.
hey, at least I'm not on dope.
yeah, that makes it all better.
sometimes I just miss that guaranteed go getter
but whatever,
now I'm just *******.
crazy old Cristine,
**** I even know about me