I fucking love you, but you're fucked up; and I don't know what to do for you anymore.
I wish I could say that to him, tell him to deal with his issues; because every time something doesn't work out he shuts down emotionally and becomes an asshole.
So he smokes weed....
And maybe I could have handled last night differently, I just don't want to end up like my mom.
Just because he kisses me on the forehead and cuddles with me, it doesn't mean I should suck his dick.
But maybe I'm a tease, and this is my fault.
Or maybe it's too damn complicated, and I should play my last hand; and call it quits.
I went to a ska show at The Yard...
It's like Bunny was resurrected, and I wanted to embrace all the emotions that I ignore.
Like my rage and desire for violence, really I just need to be fucked up.
This "passive-agressive" shit isn't working well.
I just need to be angry....
It's crazy, but I want to be pissed off.
I don't want to care, I want to have sex and do drugs.
Is this logical?
Does it need to be logical?
I'm like a schizophrenic Queen of Hearts.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
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