Life can be so cruel.
Been fighting temptations to say fuck it, and fuck you. I like living, I like being happy, but you keep crawling back on the scene, silently. Creeping, saying nothing, and expecting me to be ok. Everybody else expecting me to be ok. I should say fuck it I’m off to live away from you all, far away from the bullshit. Conversely, I should stand up and trash my cowardly bitterness and still live and be happy, right there in your face.
What? I don’t know what to do anymore. But I do know I should sleep.
