I'm Angry And I'm Not Going To Hide It.

You don't even care, you don't even care! For a month I've had nothing but time for the wounds to become scars, and then you show up, acting like everything is fine and dandy, and here I am with a month's worth of rage and nowhere to put it. I swear, I don't know whether to smack you or just completely ignore you or what. I'm sick of living inside this lie, telling all my friends that everything is okay, especially when I get nothing out of it. FUCK, YOU DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME HOW MY SUMMER IS GOING!!! IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU, ISN'T IT?! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE, YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!











And through it all, I still love you. You bastard.