I warned you.
I told you.
I informed you.
I repeatedly told you
again & again.
You should of see this coming.
This has happened before.
I'm surprised it took this look
to happen again.
Now I've lost people once more.
But it doesn't hurt.
I have become immune to this feeling.
I never mean to do the things I do
that hurt you.
I don't expect you to forgive me.
This is the way I am.
I don't try to be this way.
I am a compulsive liar.
I make up things that aren't real.
I don't care after I've hurt people.
I don't worry about others.
I don't love my "loved" ones.
I am a reckless teenager.
The most cliche of phrases.
How cliche that I use cliches.
I don't want to be alive but I don't want to die.
What to do with my life?
Take it, make the best of it?
My thoughts don't even make sense anymore.
I guess I'll just go with the flow.