i'm leaving soon. only to return in the fall like a bat going back to hell. hell is home. home is where you left your heart after some selfish bitch fucked you over. bitter much, are we? i'm still waiting for friends to accept my invitation. i've been waiting since this started. i guess i have the effect on people to push them away. sometimes i wish i was normal. then i could be popular and trendy and not look into mirrors just to see the reflection cry. 12. tomorrow is a holiday maybe i can get shitfaced and forget about life for one more night.
scattershot:
the pushing people away bit runs in me too ... like all over me.