I'll Let You Go Your Own Way, But You'll Never Leave My Heart

Mmmmmmm..

I don't know. I'm sad. I'm scared.

Shit man. I don't want to cuss, but I'm cussing.

I don't feel like I'm a very good friend.

I feel like everyone hates me.

I feel like I'm living for others sake more than my own.

And that's the part I could complain about the most right now.

I have too many things bottled up that I could never tell you.

And I hate this.

I don't know what to do.

Sometimes, I feel like younger depressed me got it right, with all those suicide attempts.

Maybe I was just smarter back then, and saw through the bullshit.

My optimism wanes.

Show me the answers. Because I don't know what's right or wrong anymore.