Another Friday night wasted:

Realizing that my life is a disgrace.

"You'll never change even if you wanted. You'll never account for anything.”

I swear that's all you'd say.

I tried so hard to pull myself together

And pick the pieces off of the ground.

I never thought that a thousand miles away

I could ever feel the same, but I can and I will.

I lie awake almost every night,

It's like nothing has changed since Milwaukee.

I'm so sick of this progression;

I'm a walking contradiction.

And I will…

I thought things would get better,

But I shouldn't plan for anything but the worst

Since history likes to repeat itself.

I always "try so hard.”

What does that actually mean?

Because everything stays the same

No matter how far away I stray from my home and my friends from everything and everyone I love.

I'm so alone;

I'm so afraid of everything that could possibly go wrong.

What the fuck am I doing here, am I doing with my life?

I can hardly stand it anymore.

I'm so alone.