im sick of having bitches in my life.

 im empty.
at this exact moment, i am completely empty.

 every second, every minute, every hour, every day is a countdown.
i dont want to waste it.
i dont think i can handle it, i'm trying my best not to fall apart every minute.

 when you're sad, i'm sad
when you fall apart, i fall apart

i kept waiting for you to come down the street.

 bittersweet reality check.

 i've given up.
on trying.
on failing.
on not feeling good enough.
on not being good enough.
on disappointing, communicating, and desperate attempts.
on my parents.
on myself.

 i just want to be your everything.

maybe i'm not.

 i hate it.
more than anything.