I don't know whether what I'm doing is wrong, or if it's right.
Do I need to become more badass, more full of it, more stickyuppy?
If you know what I mean.
I'm lost in everybody elses problems. I don't even know where I stand, where I begin, what I'm meant to be doing. I'm stuck between everyone.
To be honest, sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I lived by myself. And if I wanted to go hang out with people, I would. It would be fine. But no one would get jealous, no one would hassle me, no one would expect too much.
Because now I'm just questioning everything and I'm worried, and my heart pounds, and I feel bad, and I feel like I'm the one who's in the wrong but I'm not. Someone hurt me too. That someone tried to make it better, I know, but the hurt is still there. I'm willing to get over the hurt but some friends of mine aren't. So that someone is suffering for that.
It's the way it is.
In ten years I'm gonna forget about this.
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