It's a dark room, and i can see the light from the stairs reflecting from the glass door. It's hot in here. and the back of my shirt is damp, from the sweat beneath my clothes.

I could say that I hate this. But I would be lying once again. I just cant wait to leave this. and then come back not knowing

or

caring

about what happend when i was gone.

'cause that's gotta be the best feeling.

i hope you have fun when you're there.

i thought today was monday, and that i was late for school again. but then i looked at the clock and it said it was 7pm.

i'm on the fucking edge here. one blow and i'll tip over.

i'm sick of this game. this game is worthless. and i dont want to play it anymore.

i dont ever want to do anything i don't want to do anymore. i'm sick of not caring about myself.

i've

done

too

much

for

you.

Kiss | Me