should i be angry?
should i be happy that what needed to be said has been said?
i'm angry because you still don't fucking get it,
and i'm in tears because you think so little of me.
and what needed to be said, was said.... well, i wish i knew the words.
i'm drowning in alcohol, i'm surprised i can even type because i can't see any more.
i hate myself that i'm drinking, i swore to myself i would never drink in times like this, only for good times... but then again you swore that you respect me.
DA FUCK!!!
