I know what I want.
I hate feeling stressed out.
I hate crying. Even though it's probably been at least four days.
I hate knowing what I want, and at the same time, knowing I can't have it.
However...
I love music.
I love the idea of running away.
I like knowing what others think.
Some call it butting in, I call it curiosity.
I hate ignorance, at the same time, I hate structuredness.
I hate not being able to spell.
I hate people who question my intelligence.
I love my friends, the good ones that are left.
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