There was a time when I could've stopped this all from happening. When I could've had friends and who knows maybe I'd be a happier person. Maybe I wouldn't get into fights with everyone all the time and now cry every night because I can't take this life. Seriously all I fucking do when I'm at home is stare at a damn wall and blast my music. I barely speak to my mother.
So yeah, there was a time when I probably could've avoided a part of the life I'm living now and part of me wishes I didn't miss that chance. Things could've turned out well. But I guess it is what it is, and I'll have to spend however long it is ignored by the only people I know and care about. Sucks right, everyone you know hates and ignores you?
Well it's my damn life.
