I hate you. It makes me laugh. I'm struggling internally. I'm trying to put two feet forward with a grin on my face. The problem is all these sentences begin with "I." There are monumental icons on this planet that our minds cannot even fathom. You think life is so bad? Really. Look where you are for juuuust a minute. I'm working for a goal. I want to see Chile's cave's and an aurora. I want to so scuba diving and see the depths of the ocean life; skydiving and see the world from up above. The meadows, the forests, the deserts, the storms. I want to see and feel it all. Maybe after THAT you can say your life is awful. Except you won't. That's the real tragedy of the American hero. If your life is bad, then get off your ass and make it good. Everyone is so sick and tired of hearing you complain. I understand that now. And I'm sorry. And I forgive you. I think all of you are infinitely more enlightened than you realize; either that or you're all the polar opposite. Let's all agree to do great things with ourselves. We've all already wasted so much time. Let's start out simple. We shall begin with ceasing to eliminate the positive in our lives. Something is positive, you push it out because it's interfering in your comfort zone. We must accept our faults, apologize, and do nice things for other people to make up for them. Everyday is a new day. A new chance to STOP SULKING and appreciate the greater things around you. And yeah, I hate you. But I will get over it in time. I wish I never met you to be honest. You've been nothing but selfish even when I forgave you for it (without an apology.) And you keep going. You are a sell out, but you couldn't even do that well. I might be vain and shallow at times, but at least I have a realty check. I am so sick and tired of all these boys claiming to be men failing to even try to realize who THEY are before they try to figure out me. YOU WILL NEVER FIGURE ME OUT. That's the real tragedy. That's the reason you all go crazy. But that's okay, I keep myself close. If I let anybody get in, they take my personal shit and they use it against me. So even though you think you figured it out or think you got in close, you didn't. I am the same dismantled red head. Essentially. The difference is I grew up. I started caring for other people. Even still, I miss that girl. She got close. She figured it out. Things come and go. You reap what you sow.

You were fake, I was great, nothing personal.

That feeling when you get hit in the stomach and you can't breathe... you can't think... you just feel pain. That's what this is. You're all the same. "I can post this because I know you won't read it." See? Same. Why do we question who we are. We're fake. We have fake nails, fake hair, fake tan, fake smile, fake eyebrows, fake eye colors, fake paints for our face as if our eyelids are color by numbers. So, I lied. You did too. You screamed at god but knew he wasn't there to hear you. So let's pretend and play our little games and say "bye" as if it really meas anything to anyone anymore. Just like "love." As if we even know how to define that word to an extra-terrestrial. Can we please just get over ourselves for just a fucking minute? Every impulse sitting in my heart that keeps beating too fast because of the pills I'm supposed to take is awaiting for some form of appreciation. My life is a thankless and unrecognized job. Whose isn't. When you erase me, did you remember to meet me again? I believe that movies and songs can save your life. Maybe I'm just classified as an adrenaline junkie. Maybe I rely on apologizes too much. Did I really think you could have been a different person? The tips of her tattoos looked like yours and I missed you. missed you so much. You ruined my life but were my best friend. Who can really blame anybody else for their own issues. I guess the ever long question of whether or not we'll be okay burnt into my brain so thick that I'll never quit asking it. But then again, maybe its burnt just as thick into yours, too.