What am I supposed to do
when it all falls apart?
Study, I guess. I haven’t even cried. Can I even cry? Nobody takes me seriously, but for me it’s all seriousness.
Thanks for leaving, along with everyone else. Why don’t you just take all your shit.
Oh and mom, thanks for when you kick me out. Then you come bawling and begging me to come home. Now I have no where to go.
Study, I think that’s all I can do. I don’t want to write about it. Just a stupid reminder.
stoooooopid.
