Here I am.
There is nothing that you can really do about now can you?
I have fought hard to get here, and do not plan on leaving anytime soon. I love it here. It is quiet, yet busy. It is relaxing, but challenging.
This is my life and I can decide on what I want to do with it.
We all say that we will not die,
The next day a loved one is sent home...dead.
Nothing but the memories are playing in your mind,
The happy times, the sad, fights, and games,
I'm done. I can not and will not put up with this....I believe that I am turning into my mother but I cannot deal with this.
You do nothing but yell at me, and complain. Then you turn around and the the same thing you yelled at me for doing.
You call me long enough to yell, tell me you love me and then say to call you back later. Is that even love? Was it ever love? ? How can you say that? How can you say you love me and then lie to my face? ? ?
I can't do it anymore.
I can't hide myself.
I can't run away anymore.
I want to be perfect.