My finger is dirty from wiping away the mascara
It's times like these that I realize I'm a psycho!
Everything get ruined in one conversation
How come this always happens with Jim?
It's as if nothing can ever go according to plan
And I don't like it when plans get screwed up
I'm just sick of feeling like people are pitying me
I don't need that shit
Especially when I feel really sketchy...things aren't what they seem
"It was fun but it couldn't last forever"
I can't believe I just quoted that song, I hate it
I haven't even seen most of these people in almost four months and it's already bad
And I wonder why I say the things I do
Who is it benefitting?
No one, just feeding my depressed mood
I can't even believe people stick around after I act like that
Oh god, why do I do this shit?
I don't think Jim knows the amount of times I have cried talking to him
Tonight was another time
I'm sick of pity
I hate the word
Along with self-loathe
But that's two words or a compound word
Who cares?
I'm an idiot
Ok, I have to go, this is not good now
And Jim, I love you, but you drive me crazy
As I'm sure I drive you crazy too
Maybe things will be ok
What do you want?
"Would I be out of line if I said I missed you?"
