I wonder if I'll end up like my father sometimes.
Driving everyone away, becoming a miserable shell of myself. I just don't feel like playing today. I'd rather sleep.
Is it hormones? Am I just insane?
Perhaps I'm bossy, selfish, arrogant. Stubborn. Why do people put in so much effort for someone like me? Why should I deserve a birthday at all?
Why am I so disconnected?
How do I fix it?
Can I ever be fixed?
