All your patronising little stabs. Your fucking comments. Your money and your stress.
You've egnited a fire. You morons.
I never want to amound to any of your past aspirations. I never want anything. I never wanted anything. I don't fucking 'need' anybody. I'm not delicate nor unintelligent and i've experienced things you could only fear. I'm doing things and going places and not being put off by your putdowns or your negativity or opinions. I'm not succumbing to your irritation or being irritated and NO i'm not fucking telling you 'how I'm feeling' and of course you can't fucking well 'help'. Jeez. I shouldn't need supporting and never cared enough anyway.
I'm nothing to you. You are neither a transfixer nor entrancing- just a mere mirage my stupid, loving mind created. I don't know why. You don't have the time. I don't have the energy. Or mind. I don't think you even feel. Or felt. Who the fuck knew. There's no point me even telling you, is there?
Forgetting the past... All the comments you made, the rumours you thought up, your bullying, your cruelty- you disgusting girls. I trusted you. All of you and you boiled me down to this? For what? I tried to give you everything and you took away my confidence which I still need back, thanks. You stole my positivity, my faith and I will eternally hate you for it. You're the main reason all of this happened. You screwed me. You all totally fucked me over. I was 13. We were all fucking 13 and you could muster the evil to do such things. You melted me to a shy mess. You cut away a peice of me that I don't know will ever come back. I couldn't talk to anybody. I was literally left with nobody but family, who I couldn't talk to properly anyway. You pissed all over my trust. I still can't trust. You forced something out of me, you drive this rage.
The main fucked up fucking highlight of this year was ending what we had, or hadn't as it turned out. My only bit of sense and I have nothing but foolishness to show for it. All the screaming. The crying. I hated it all and always had. I hated everything you stood for when I met you. I think you are the most dishonest person I have ever met. The denial too. You would have been one of the one's to take my personality away and i'm so glad I didn't let you drain the last of it out. I hated it all and everything your rottweiler 'family' 'stands' for. You knew this, yet you still forced it out. Churned it up, day by day. What's love got to do with it? You need so much more than love.
Embracing the future. Time for change, difference.
Fuck.
You've egnited a fire. You morons.
I never want to amound to any of your past aspirations. I never want anything. I never wanted anything. I don't fucking 'need' anybody. I'm not delicate nor unintelligent and i've experienced things you could only fear. I'm doing things and going places and not being put off by your putdowns or your negativity or opinions. I'm not succumbing to your irritation or being irritated and NO i'm not fucking telling you 'how I'm feeling' and of course you can't fucking well 'help'. Jeez. I shouldn't need supporting and never cared enough anyway.
I'm nothing to you. You are neither a transfixer nor entrancing- just a mere mirage my stupid, loving mind created. I don't know why. You don't have the time. I don't have the energy. Or mind. I don't think you even feel. Or felt. Who the fuck knew. There's no point me even telling you, is there?
Forgetting the past... All the comments you made, the rumours you thought up, your bullying, your cruelty- you disgusting girls. I trusted you. All of you and you boiled me down to this? For what? I tried to give you everything and you took away my confidence which I still need back, thanks. You stole my positivity, my faith and I will eternally hate you for it. You're the main reason all of this happened. You screwed me. You all totally fucked me over. I was 13. We were all fucking 13 and you could muster the evil to do such things. You melted me to a shy mess. You cut away a peice of me that I don't know will ever come back. I couldn't talk to anybody. I was literally left with nobody but family, who I couldn't talk to properly anyway. You pissed all over my trust. I still can't trust. You forced something out of me, you drive this rage.
The main fucked up fucking highlight of this year was ending what we had, or hadn't as it turned out. My only bit of sense and I have nothing but foolishness to show for it. All the screaming. The crying. I hated it all and always had. I hated everything you stood for when I met you. I think you are the most dishonest person I have ever met. The denial too. You would have been one of the one's to take my personality away and i'm so glad I didn't let you drain the last of it out. I hated it all and everything your rottweiler 'family' 'stands' for. You knew this, yet you still forced it out. Churned it up, day by day. What's love got to do with it? You need so much more than love.
Embracing the future. Time for change, difference.
Fuck.