who am i to trust? shit. i feel terrible. haiks. i need someone rite now. and no one 's here. damn. its 12am. who m i to call.
i need someone to tell me i m gonna do well. shit. i feel fucked up.
am i really that bad ? my character sucks. i m too young for all this rite. i have sinned alot. rite?
but i havent . really.
i love all of u. and i need u guys.
'watch her movements'. when i come back to that table, i knew. i KNEW. yet.... i dono who. who m i to trust? whos smilin infront of me. but then again, to think of it. all of u there were capable of it. u guys HAVE done it. and i know u, especially u. preacher. u looked at me.
so i have to change again rite? change myself. i cant.
i hate being my age. u dun get it. u all dont. it fuckin sucks.. here i m wanting to enjoy wateva i have. and fuck.
i m da one screwin it up. how silly. i keep blamin it on al of u.
but i want happiness. and tats in the form of wat u think is a sin. but its NOT. damnit. i dont do it for kicks. LOOK AROUND U. why why. do u know this feeling sucks.
to know that most ard u think u are a slut/bimbo/bitch to realise that al ur smiles are fake. to have everyone come up to u n say, 'i thought u were a bitch when i first saw u'
it sucks to have everyone's secrets ard u and to have u thinkin that u know my secrets when u dont. it sucks when u think everyone ard me is da most innocent and u hate me. it hates me when u look at me in the eyes like tat. or when u dont even.
all these things i say to u my friends. all these jokes and mockery i make. u guys kno its in me rite. if u dint like it, i would stop it. ITS ME to be outspoken. but i never wanted to hurt u guys.
i dont know. i m like this u kno. i m not like the rest of them.. but it doesnt mean i m the worst . it really doesnt.
dont keep hurting me please. i might really seem like it...
none of u think i m romantic or the sort that can cry. but i can be like that and i cry.
all i cried was for the acceptance. and u all would never know.
i have my crumbling moments. dont make me go thru this. please. its a vicious cycle. again.
please dont crumble me?
i dont care if all that sounded corny. and no they arent excerpts.