pounding at the keys again, because that's all i can do on a friday night. it seems that no matter how hard i try, i'll never be good enough for anyone other than myself. maybe i should just give up on being social. i have one true friend and her name is stephanie. i have another friend named hayley but we dont get to see each other often. then there's sara. sara tends to ditch me. and i'm sick of it. i had a life for a long time, but maybe it wasnt the life for me. now i'm stuck at home alone on a friday night, pounding at the keys, breaking pens as i try to write what i feel, and crying because there's really nothing else to do. whats your definition of fun?
for everytime i've cried. for everytime i've been shot down. for every asshole that left me standing on the curb. for every teenage bitch that left me alone on a friday night. for every "best friend" that told me i'd never make it. for every person that told me i'd never reach my goals because only i believed in them. this is for you.
"Please...Don't worry about it now. Say sorry to me in a few years when I've got everything you want. Say sorry when the only words I have left to say back are I'm Not."
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