Ok..so just as the title says this isn't a poem. Im sorry for any typos in this Im super tired and I'm going to be up all night anyways I might as well just get this out there..
*deep breath*
I'm not sure how many of you care to even read this and I'm happy for everyone that does. But...I don't know what to do anymore. I haven slept in a few days. And if any of you read the poem Never know then I think you'll understand why.
I'm a bitch. There's no sugar coating it. I'm a horrible self loathing bitch that honestly can't think before she fucking acts. And alot of people think this a good thing because you need reflexes like that. Well I don't. I'd rather think logically then possible running into fucking traffic to save, a duck or something and get hit by a fucking car because God knows me out of all people would do that.
I will yell at people for no good reason other then the fact that I was just pushed too far about one fucking little thing and Shelby you fucking know what I'm talking about don't act like the fucking world revolves around you because it doesn't you fucking ass hat (If your name is Shelby. I'm sorry. Unless you're the Shelby I'm talking about and then in that case I'm not)
All I want is for someone to listen. Someone to say something and actually mean it. I want someone to look me in the eyes and tell me that care about me and would care if I were to leave. If I just one day didn't show up to school.
Something's I think I'm going down the same damned road I went down two years ago and the hardest part in all of this is..I know my way back I'm just not sure if I want to go...because I know the minute I turn back..I'm not gonna be the same person I was going down it and I just hope..that everyone is ok with it...
