I am in the worst mood because this world disgusts me.

Maybe if i was more and you were less we could be something really good. Maybe if i would start acting like the person i am supposed to be we could dance together again. Cause I'm happy when I'm with you, A mess when i get home. And the only person who See's it is the only one who won't tell. I wish i wouldn't have gotten like this again, I wish i didn't let that get under my skin and just dig dig dig. Unspoken issues are the only issues that rip me open. Obviously. I am obviously not going to pass this test, and I'm shaking, and I'm lieing to everyone because that is what gets me through the day. And I'm sorry it got heavy, And I'm sorry i kissed that boy at the bar after i told you i loved you, And I'm sorry i stole those shoes from your friends party, And that time i spat in your hair -- i don't think you know that was me, But I'm sorry. I'm mostly sorry for all the times i told you i wanted to die. I walked away, But i should have run.