this is the part where i start hating it,
hits me smack in the face;
You're seventeen, Fuck off, Grow up.
I knew i was right.
Knew i was fucking right from the fucking beginning. Why in the world did i sway with the words that flew round my head.
That's not a question, don't answer it.
I give up.
I fucking give up.
I was right, from the start, i should've known.
Should've listened to myself though i never do. But then, that's why i always end up the way i do.
Isn't that right?
Well, of course not
Just completely ignore this