you're my life line. the ones i turn too. for all that it's a phase of three years. just don't touch or look at me. the restraints drive me to pull farther in the other direction. just don't touch or look at me. regardless i love your faults and all. i know i don't make it easy. and i'm sorry i throw things when i'm mad. it cuts my heart to think i'm the reason you cry. i'm not the model child well touche. think deeper than the words. feel what i'm saying. your job is almost over. you've raised me well. it's time now to hand over the reigns. it's time now. it seems like the people you live with should know you better than anybody else. why does it seem like it's the hardest to act real around your own family. it's sad we don't even know each other. where did you go. that time you got in a fight with mom. you're such a failure. waste of time. i'm not immature. that's you always craving all the attention. just leave me alone. i don't fucking care anymore about your day. no i don't care anymore. i'm sorry its not like when i was small. i'm sorry i changed. it's never going to be okay. stop trying to make me go back to the way it was (the last time we tried this we fought all day. you yelled my name. a tv on the couch. these late nights. this show sucks. half full cup. half empty plate. right and it's not like i don't try to make them happy. and be worth while. cause its not worth my time. and why do they always leave the bathroom door open. it's not worth my while. let's go. i am on this couch all alone. i'm tired of the times i cry all night. i don't know what else i can do. so now)