u know i find myslef, everynight, walking, by myslef, on the streets of the city, in my dreams theres no one there. and i don't want anyone to come in. i like it there, quiet and no one to been annoyed at. i miss someons whos not there, i miss someone might and might not care. whether you care or not, it's as though your dead. though i miss you, though i want to see you again, i worn't be able to, and when i think of you i cry.
that feeling of earning, that feeling of despreation, it's something to be loathed. sometimes i wish i never met you, sometimes i wish that i wasn't me.
school has been more or less annoying, i'm sick of people believeing they are the center of the world, i'm sick of people thinking of only themsleves, i;m sick of these childish ways, and i will no longer be part of it. i worn't and i will never again