I have no way to express myself right now.
I can't write.
I can't even finish whatever the hell I was starting to say.
What is wrong with me?
This is what I'm good at
Why can't I do the one thing I'm good at?
What the hell did this weekend do to me?
I'm a bitch.
I'm a rebel.
I shouldn't be.
I'm driving everyone away.
Best friend, if you read this,
I'm sorry.
We just fought and I was being a bitch.
It was my fault.
I don't want to lose you too.
Anyone else reading this,
Pretend you didn't
You don't know the real me.
You shouldn't know the real me.
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