T I R E D
Space
I need sleep, the only space I get from my mind. The only space I get to stop thinking. To stop the chance from mentally killing my self on overdrive. I'm done Night
What it really is
It's not that bad. You're lucky. I just don't see how you could be so angry at the world or how quick you are to dismiss the idea of actually truly appreciating something they do for you. Before I came along, they were all you had and I'm trying to make you see that you can mistreat them, I'd hate to think how it must have been before me. Before you had my control freak arse trying to make you genuinely appreciate it or them
This isn't
This isn't my life I understand and you can have your own thoughts, feelings and emotions. But I love you. It hurts me how you can see everything so wrong. It hurts me because you're not exactly who I thought you were. Which is okay and I'll get use to it because I love you, I just wish there was a way of getting through to you. actually getting through to you
I didn't know
I didn't know just how crazy this would make me. I thought this 'I hate the world' thing was just a joke, but it's starting to become a lot more real and I'm not sure how much of it I can handle
I'm not
I'm not the only person in your life. Crazy right? Most people would freak out for not getting the attention I do, but sometimes I don't want it. Sometimes it makes me feel like that's the reason you neglect everyone else.
Do you understand? I haven't said nearly as much as I wanted to. You wouldn't let me. How can you say you understand, when you haven't given me the chance to explain what there is to get? I understand you don't want to fight, which this isn't. It's just about time you faced reality
