Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
fuck.

You tell me one thing.
Then it's something else.
Then it's something different.
Now it's completely turned around.
"She's fucking crazy"... "She's really jealous"... "If things were different"
What the fuck is going on?
You raise me up up up, then break me as you let me fall.
Again.

Everybody has a choice.
And I guess I'm just being selfish in wishing that people would want to care about hanging out with me. Not just shrug and say "I don't care." I wish that all the fighting would stop. I wish all the noises would stop.

I wish I could just disappear.
I wish I could close my eyes,
and fade away.