crying myself to sleep isn’t my favorite thing in the world. knowing you don’t have the guts to tell me that you even love me even when you’re mad isn’t my favorite feeling in the world. KNOWING you can’t care to give a damn isn’t the best feeling in the world.
i might just give up tonight. God show me a sign.
and trust me, to me, you’re worth the fight. but i can’t fight forever…
who the hell gets mad at a person who’s already being moody? and you’re reason of being mad? yeah, no freakin reason. instead of kindly asking what the fuck is wrong, you just add on to the feeling i’m already dealing with.
i mean how rude can you freakin get? okay? i’m asking questions, okay? but was i being bitchy? no i wasn’t. damn. people just don’t know crap. and if you don’t know crap, then freakin ask instead of making the problem ABOUT YOU. it’s so fucking annoying. so fucking annoying. i swear. that shit isn’t even about you and you’re gonna get mad. okay? w/e.