I can't control the stupid things that I say. I can't help that I'm an asshole or that I'm too emotional sometimes or not enough sometimes. I can't help that I never say, do, or think the right thing at the right time. I don't think the right way. I don't feel the right way. I'm sorry that I am just a huge fuck up. I won't say anything anymore. I won't do anything anymore. I won't think anything anymore.
I won't be in the way, I won't interrupt, I won't distract.
I know I'm not good enough to call myself your friend and I know I never will be. And I know me acknowledging this and saying this is going to make it worse because it will piss you off. But I am just done trying to gain your respect and friendship. I won't make an ass out of myself to get you to like me.
I'm through. I accept that I am a reject.
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Disconnect: A Collection of My Brief Writings
PoetryWhenever I write a poem, short story, or just whatever is on my mind, it's going in here. This is a collection of my brief writings.
