Its all about you afterall.

Time-off.
Friday night to sleep and saturday to do everything else. The rest of the time to think. It sucks fuck not to get what you want, but in the end you gotta admit maybe you're just not good enough. Or maybe its the fighting for that makes or breaks. I don't know what i'm doing, who does anymore. I hate the bus ride to school because for that 8 or so mins, i sit thinking about him because its on the way to school and i'm stupid and i can't help it. I'm turning 18 in 22 days and somehow it seems no big deal, my answer to their surprised faces and open mouths is turning away. I can't answer you.