My life is a first class ticket to hell. Im bound to go there, after i finally snap and kill all the insencitive pricks that have caused me to cry everynight. Or maybe im already in hell? I sit here, and i try to please them, BUT NO. They hate me anyway, why? Beacause they dont want me here thats why. Why they dont want me here. I have no clue. I do my fair share around the house, keep to myself, and hell, i even give them half of my food money. BUT THATS NOT GOOD ENOUGH! Thing is, things like this happen everyware i end up living. I keep my promisses, but all i get in return is lies. the way im treated around thease places i call "home" has outsider written all over it. But somehow, somehow after all of this...i still feel like part of it is my fult, even if i cant explaine why.Why do i feel like its somehow my fult? How do i end up making everyone else misrible when i myself have done nothing? Beacause everytime i leave...every single time. someone from the last place i lived, says to my face." things are better now that your gone"
 Ylva Wolfblood · Sat Feb 20, 2010 @ 04:24am · 2 Comments |
