The only Lit song I've ever really liked
YOU MAKE ME COMPLETELY MISERABLE I wish I could write a song like that. You used to loooove that song. You also loved I Bificus

In honor of Valentine's day, I'm going to tear down my baby. You had a fucking year to boost my confidence by SO much and make me feel good about myself and eternally grateful to you. The cost was ten fucking minutes. I guess it wasn't worth it to you, oh that makes me feel great (terrible). What a wonderful thing you've done, what an amazing person you are. It makes me want to vomit. When I ask how the feelings are, I really mean it. Am I the only one left? Was she the only one left? Was Kate right?

So when I do finally stop comforting myself, will that propel me to grow up, or suck me down into


being

just like you? Who the fuck are you kidding? Fucking no one, that's who. Know

You wouldn't go anywhere NEAR that hill if you were given the opportunity, and I'm already half-way up, looking back over my shoulder at my own untouched earth, waiting to see if someone is going to make his way up it in my place just because he loves me

HE
DOES
NOT
****
ME

SO PICK YOURSELF THE FUCK UP OR burn out
or fade or fuck or fade
i'm just meds / i'm the idea that the meds aren't necessary anymore. Well, it's not that I don't need them, it's that I can't afford them

I see. Baby, lovely, darling, you are using me. I didn't like any of those people and my pixelated family lets me down constantly. The meat one- sometimes / only if they carry my mother's blood fucking liar, how the fuck does anyone expect me to grow if the people dearest to me keep me in the fucking dark like I'm six years old and can't handle it, what I can't handle is that people, who have nothing to do with each other all treat me the same way. I am the thing that they have in common that makes their snakes bite and cheeks bulge and rivers run dry because you used me too, you're using me. There's almost nothing left in my building there's almost no one left, there's next to nothing and people are still making requests setting limits setting alarms setting dates in stone and turning clocks back to times where i can't do a fucking thing about IT- it


I fucking challenged you to+night GIVE ME SOMETHING, ANYTHING, PASSION, HATE, LUST i don't think i've ever stopped loving you, i think my child will always be waiting to grab your hand where did you go? was I so awful? I was good to you, wasn't i? am i in

you are stuck in a loop, my robotic friend, you are completely unaware of how much damage you are doing. when you finally do get your head out of your ass, i'll be waiting. probably. that's how pathetic i've beco

everyone seems to rent out my heart, even the people who are supposed to be protecting it / why do i continue to give so much of myself to those who look away i miss how i bought your sincerity, i miss the smell of that couch and the taste of that pizza, and knowing that i had finally found home

i hate that i have to be for you what nature intended you to be for me, i needed something different, i needed you to be my mother. i needed you so much

i am too often a mother i am too rarely a lover
i am too rarely honest and too often eating cake. it must be true, what** is telling me it can't be wrong I am too young for this. I am carrying too much. I know that some people carry more, but eventually they crack too. I am so tired