Its not fair that I have to be the one to feel awkward. To feel misplaced. To feel out of the circle. I just hate not being happy. Not knowing what I want out of life. Not knowing what I need. I’m so confused I just don’t even know what to do…. I just want to take my baby and run.
I’ve been so mad at you that I’ve pushed you or hit your arm because of the way you talk to me and push me to the edge. But all I did was say I didn’t want to do something and you got bitchy and violent. Fuck you. Yeah were cool now but I’ll always have that thought in my head.