i fucking feel like shit and i hate you. and you don't love me you're just convinently labelling something you can't recognise. i can not listen to a fucking thing because i'm all bitter and cynical in my sixteen years and i've fucking heard it all or at least the nme-second generation version of it.
i wish i could've saved you. it's my fault it turned out like this. but you shouldn't have trusted me anyways. i told you i would fail you. i'm selfish, man. we both enjoy conflict. can you tell? but the worst thing of all is that i don't feel sorry at all. and for that i'm sorry.