What are we supposed to do if the world ends? I really don't know. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. We just never know. Do we?

yesterday, I got angry. I just feel like I'm never good enough, I'm never going to be how they want.
They make me hate them.
They use what I tell them against me.
I want to scream and try and tell them to just fucking go away.
One day with them makes me want to cry and cut and die.
One day with you makes me want to dance and sing, because you accept me for who I am.
They don't.
I'm not sure they ever have.
I'm not sure they ever will.

I know you say that we're best friends, but I don't think I know you. I don't think anyone does. That's just what makes you you. Everyone thinks they know you, but you lie to everyone. So then everyone can't know you. I don't think even I know you. But I think I know a part of you, because we are so much alike. We've never gotten into a fight. I think I know a part of you, but I don't think anyone else does. Because you lie.

I love you. I think you are always you, and you are amazing. Don't give up on me just yet, because I sometimes feel like you are. You do what you want, and you mean what you say. I don't think you lie. I don't think you have it in you.

I want to scream when I'm angry. But I don't. I should want to cry, like normal, but I don't. Maybe because I just expect this kind of behavior from myself. I always screw up everything.