Saturday, October 4, 2008
I don't know if i can EVER "match up" to your "standards" so i APOLOGISE for not being the "perfect son" cause i seriously don't think i can ever be. Simple as that, i've had enough of your looks of disgust and everything. I listen to advice on you guys and try to compromise but somehow someway along the line it just back fires and i become the bad guy so i'm not even gonna try. Scream all you want, shout all you want, give me that disgusted look all you want, cause yea, i'm the EPITOME of EVERYTHING you can't stand.
Sometimes i think really really hard, but i just can't seem to think of a theory of how this comes around and when i think i'm that much closer to finding out, i'm actually that much further away. You caused me to feel like shit and you still don't know, thinking that you're going through shit, i'd gladly switch places and take it with a pinch of salt, cause i ain't doing this for MY namesake, i'm doing this cause i was ASKED to and not in a very nice way neither.
thought @
1:36 AM;
