
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: so much. so hard. everyone else seems to be a better friend to you than your own sister.
when she tries to bring you out, you say no all the time. until one time, you just thought ok, since all my other friends are busy.. why not. when people say something about you, you care to listen, take note, when i give my honest opinions, you ignore. you respond like shit too. and i dont give a fuck who you are. i know i gave up trying to get into school for your sake. and you asked me to be a little nicer? you're nicer to your fucked up friends than to me. and you're asking me to be alittle nicer? i guess you think i never noticed how you've treated me. you think i'm blind and ignorant. you were never really that nice. you may sound more polite and nice, but you're beast inside. selfish, deluded. everyone else is better than me. i guess you dont know that i go places and see nice things to wear or to carry and think of you. and you asked me to be, nicer. i hate your friends. i wont pretend anymore. i really do. |