First Day.

Screaming. screaming. Endless screaming. A shit load of screaming is what I'm talking about here. . .

You know like in 500 days of Summer and suffering except with. . . screaming because sometimes I just feel like screaming and for a really odd reason when I type screaming, the word screaming. Things are better for me, in general.

     And when there's no more of that to do I'll stop, look around and see everyone near me, staring at me. Thinking, what the hell is this kid doing? And I'll have to explain myself and people will get hurt and people will get on my fucking nerves. Then I'll realize that all that screaming I did was not worth this shit hole that I'm in. I can't mask my emotions for a prolonged period of time. That's why it's a terrible idea for me to live with people. Absolutely terrible. . . I hate myself so much right now.


So I'm trapped. . . And I've looked every where I know or have thought to know to look. I've yet to find an exit. I'm trapped and you simply won't help me.

I am running out of words to say to you, wonderin' why I'm wasting my time. Thinking back and wondering why I'm such a fool, for loving you.

After reading that line, you're going to think it's directed at you. I'm here to tell you that it is. So just take it easy and know that I still hate you and always will. I really really love his voice and I like what he does with it when he sings these lines. That's why I have it pretty much everywhere. . .