All that I wanted was to walk you home.

I'm not one hundred percent sure if I like knowing I'm second best.
No matter what I do.
How does that happen?
How does that possibly happen?
Afterrr all the shit?
likeee I'm second best.
really?
I dont know.
You've known her longer.. right?
sooo I guess that makes sense.

She's gonna..
You're world is gonna fall apart.
You're excited and anxious to see if she will.
She will. I promise.
And you aren't gonna tell me.
Or maybe you will.
I don't know.
I don't know anything right now.
I'm furious.
Upset.

I want to run away from everyone.
I don't want anyone to follow me.
I don't want anyone to try to talk me out of it.
I just want to go.
With my music, myself, and my books.
Please just give me a way to run away.
I don't wanna be here with these people.
With this incapability to change ANYTHING.

Everyone. Leaves.
Everyone. Hurts.
Everyone. Hurts someone else.
Life, is a bitch.
And you can't change a damn thing about it.

One dayyyy you'll leave.
and that day... I will too.