cursing doesn't make it feel okay.

fuck ultimatums.

fuck giving your opinion, because god knows that doesn't matter anymore.

selfish, selfless, get the fuck over yourself!

i've felt so much of this disease, and it's more overwhelming than i ever imagined.

sometimes i feel like maybe i understand the others.

i just want peace, and love, explanation and time.

for someone to just, be reasonable and for others to listen.

i quit.

i quit being part of this madness, and this nonsense, i want things to be good and happy and okay and wonderful and if that's me being a naive mother fucker than fuck you- i'm six.

i'd much rather be six and happy then eighteen and wanting to die.

you all make me so mad, and you are too stuck up your own asses to fully comprehend it.

thanks for asking me how i'm doing, assholes.