Annoyed, angry, disappointed, saddened.
You know, you really can't please everybody.
And maybe, you can't even please anybody.
I'm so sick of people and yeah, I really am in a hating everybody moment. But I'm not going to lie, I hate every single bitch and bastard living right now. There is nobody that I can think of that doesn't get a little bit of hate in me right now.
I want to get out and I don't know why life makes it so hard for me to get out of here.
I want to go somewhere far, far away where nobody will know me. Not even know my name. Not know anything about me. Nothing at all, that I can even create a whole new identity for myself that they wouldn't know.
Right now I would just like to scream at the top of my lungs, yell curse words as loud as possible, hit each and everybody with all my might, and maybe, just maybe, wrap myself in my blanket and cry.
How much do people know me?
Do you know me or do you know my name and past whispers around my name? Do you know my name or my story? Do you know presently me or do you know my past, present, and future me?
What the fuck do you know about me?
I'm really done trying.
I really can't keep trying on something that will keep tripping me.
My walls are up and I'm finished with trying.
