Occasional Becomes Addiction (May 4th, 2009)

I like how I haven't had any caffiene or
sugar and I'm already having a panic attack.
I hate how it's always really fucking windy
and how I have to walk to school every
fucking day now just because mom
needs to get to work "on time" when
she's almost always made us late before
because she needs her shoes to match
perfectly with her outfit. I hate how
every tiny thing that's wrong with you upsets
me probably more than it hurts you. That's
fucked up - I don't want to panic
and cry because I'm worried just because
you have a fucking headache. Like, yes
I want to worry and care about you
I just don't want to be crazy extreme,
Ughh. You need to stop staying up late.
I'm panicking so bad I can't think right now. I don't wanna be told
to grow up, and I'm not gonna
change, so you better give up,
i don't wanna grow up. Why can't
you just leave me alone? I know
It's extremely bad to say, but I want to
be dead before 20. Die young and fucking
save yourself.