I miss who I used to be. I know it's fucked up but shit. High school was my place. I miss booze. I miss late night texting. I miss destroying people. I miss who I used to be. It's fucked up. I know. Adult shit now, you know. Even if I tried, I wouldn't have enough time to do it all again. Responsibilities. Rent. Gas. Insurance. Work. Babysitting. All adds up. I'm a fuck up. But I'm trying my best not to fuck up anymore. I'm not gonna fuck this up. I'm not. Don't tempt me. Don't call me. Don't text me. I'm not gonna fuck up my second chance. Not this time.
But who knows. I probably will. It's just what I am. Fuck up.