It's dead.
Everything's dead.
I'm dead.
I'm not myself anymore.
Cause there's just too much changing.
I need the old back.
Really need it back.
I'm gonna buckle really soon.
It's a front I'm putting on.
And I can't hold on no longer.








I KNOW YOU HATE ME. SO WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME STRAIGHT IN MY FACE? IT'S EFFING HUMILIATING TO BE TREATED THIS WAY. YOU THINK YOU'RE DAMN PRETTY. WELL I BEG TO DIFFER. I THINK YOU LOOK DARN DISGUSTING. YOU LOOK AUTISTIC, GIRL. AUTISTIC. WHATEVER. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. I TRY NOT TO CARE. BUT THINGS GET OVERWHELMING AND I'M NOT MYSELF ANYMORE.







Life sucks.