awkward april

eighteen months and sixteen days hating the words that you say. you wont let up over and out. i hate your tone and what you talk about. its been over a year with no letting up. i just wish you gave a fuck. i wont shit up im gonna shout. youre gonna heat what i think now. the word desperate comes to mind. your selfishness and all my time. one million thoughts in just seconds. empty pages a clear mind. ill be so god damned fucking loud and when i look back at the end of the day im hating every single word that you say. eighteen months and now seventeen days. this wont go away. eighteen months and now eighteen days. this wont go away. eighteen months and now nineteen days. eighteen months and now twenty fucking days. cleaver gestures and well thought out replies. i havent been home sense twenty nine sixty five. we are so fucked up. we are so fucked up. we are so fucked up. we are so fucked up. so god damn fucked up.you made us this way bitter and jealous at the age of nineteen. you used us now we use them. we are so fucked up. theres a pressure on my chest and a knot in my throat all of the time. we are so fucked up. so god damn fucked up. fucked up.