it started out as a really better-than-normal day.
after dinner, everything went bad.
just tell me , why do bad things always happen to me ?

its not my fault,
i dont take sides.
why is it that after 18 years, you still dont understand me ?
am i that difficult to read?
or is it that you dont even bother to?

i hate crying after every single shit like this happens.
i hate crying over the fact that i get accused/misunderstood.

apparently you dont know me.
after 18 years.

you know nuts bout my life.

i want this so badly now.