My Gawwd. I'm really starting to feel it now.
I thought it was bad at the beginning, but it was nothing.
Not compared to this.
I HATE MYSELF. I try to make myself believe I don't.
I do.
People can tell me all they want. It won't work.
I saw you slipping. But I was too stubborn to pull you back.
Thinking in the end everything would be ok.
That I always get my way.
You proved me wrong.
My whole life is going down hill.
I'm fucking up my school work.
My friends are beginning to see the me.
The me I never wanted them to even suspect was real.
I'm beggining to wonder why I bother?
What's truely keeping me here?
It may sound horrible, but it's not my friends, not my family.
No one understands ME anymore.
They understand who I wanted them to know.
I just want one person. One person to understand me.
One person I can tell everything to.
One person who won't let me fuck up again.