I STATEMENTS

i stopped being excited.
i'm leaving in an hour. fuck leaving in an hour. fuck leaving.
i dont want to go into this feeling this way.
i dont want to have to share.
i don't want to feel alone and i know i'm going to.
i dont want to have to feel like i'm trying so hard.
i don't want to try anymore.

I DONT WANT TO GIVE A FUCK.

i hate the way that i can feel so good one minute
and so fucking shitty the next. anger is a bitch.
you're all bitches.
i'm not even calling you to say goodbye
im not calling anyone this whole weekend.
you all can go figure out where the fuck i'm going, i've told you and quite frakly i don't give a shit whether you're worrying or not.
angry, angry, angry, madi.

i need a release. this doesn't even come close.
i need a passion.
i want to feel something that feels real without a second thought.
i want people to stop treating me like a baby and watching my every move just because i'm short.
i can handle my own, i'm not some dumb little shit.
yeah, i know you're trying to take care of me but it just feels annoying.
i dont need anyone to hold my hand, i can hold it myself thank you.

whatever.
i have to go pack and do my hair.
nothing i say is going to come close to explaining how i feel.
i know exactly what i need, but i have no idea where i'm gonna get it.

have a good mother fucking weeekend, you.
know why? becuase you fucking deserve it.