help me please.
trysha, please be okay.
please come back from the hospital safe.

this week was a horrible week.
a fked up, horrible, insanely mad week.

first, i don't get a few things.
why the hell do i keep complaining. why the hell do i keep appearing emo to everyone else.
why the hell am i even being SAD, when i'm the one who's at fault.
why the fk do i have to keep silent.
i dont know what the hell to say.
i dont know what to do.
IS IT SO FCKING HARD TO JUST GO OVER AND SAY HI.
why do i have to make an issue abt everything.
its not even a valid excuse. "Oh, you know I was scared..." why do i spurt out so much needless crap.
pull yourself TOGETHER, and DO SOMETHING.
i cant just sit there and expect magic to happen.

and then YOU come along.
when my week is going bad enough will all that stupid-ass internal argument.
talking about that thing you adore so much.
i'm sick of those disapproving looks everytime you see me.
sick of all those under-your-breath muttering i hear when i'm nearby.
all those grimacing, stone-faced ignorance.
i don't care what you think about me.
just stop making it so obvious that you hate me.
i'm perfectly fine with internal hating.
but all this outward stuff is too hard to handle.
honestly, i liked it better when you were making fun of me.

damn, i hope trysha's okay.
i dont want anything to happen to her right before my dad's birthday.
please. be okay.

nothing's gonna change the things that i said, nothing's gonna make it right again
please don't turn your back i can't believe it's hard just to talk to you, you won't understand.

help me please.
trysha, please be okay.
please come back from the hospital safe.

this week was a horrible week.
a fked up, horrible, insanely mad week.

first, i don't get a few things.
why the hell do i keep complaining. why the hell do i keep appearing emo to everyone else.
why the hell am i even being SAD, when i'm the one who's at fault.
why the fk do i have to keep silent.
i dont know what the hell to say.
i dont know what to do.
IS IT SO FCKING HARD TO JUST GO OVER AND SAY HI.
why do i have to make an issue abt everything.
its not even a valid excuse. "Oh, you know I was scared..." why do i spurt out so much needless crap.
pull yourself TOGETHER, and DO SOMETHING.
i cant just sit there and expect magic to happen.

and then YOU come along.
when my week is going bad enough will all that stupid-ass internal argument.
talking about that thing you adore so much.
i'm sick of those disapproving looks everytime you see me.
sick of all those under-your-breath muttering i hear when i'm nearby.
all those grimacing, stone-faced ignorance.
i don't care what you think about me.
just stop making it so obvious that you hate me.
i'm perfectly fine with internal hating.
but all this outward stuff is too hard to handle.
honestly, i liked it better when you were making fun of me.

damn, i hope trysha's okay.
i dont want anything to happen to her right before my dad's birthday.
please. be okay.

nothing's gonna change the things that i said, nothing's gonna make it right again
please don't turn your back i can't believe it's hard just to talk to you, you won't understand.