Upset.


You wanna know what's got me upset? Fine. I'm "upset" for multiple reasons, one, I like you. A lot. You're someone who can be used against me. I care about you more then I'll say because that's not right of me, it's not right to say I love you when it hurts. You're a weakness and something I cherish. I'm "upset" because you are what will bring me down, and that makes me *happy* Its *you* I care about, and I fucking hate it. I hate you make me happy, I hate you can make me smile and laugh like a dumbass, I hate how you will bring me down. I hate how I can't end myself because it will effect you. I hate you make me think, I fucking hate it! I don't want someone I care about to be my downfall, and I know you'll be mine at this school. I don't want to have to say, "Hey that's the guy I like a lot but have to watch in vein as he does shit with others." Yet I have to, because if I don't shit will happen. So yeah, I guess you could say I'm "upset"

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