had a bad day again
she said I would not understand
she left a note
and said "i'm sorry, i
had a bad day again"
there's so many things i could be fucking depressed about.
my dad. dave. my conflicting feelings within myself.
the fact that i can't fucking even do any of the things that make me feel better
that i could pretend make me feel better
that i could pretend will make things better
that i could hide behind.
i could pretend people don't fucking care
that i don't care
that i don't care that they care
or that they don't care
but i'm left with knowing the truth
and hating it.
and all i can do is cry.
(i'd rather you not vote on this at all.)