Cola

So tired, can’t do anything.  All boys are retarded and I don’t want to talk to any of them.

I hate hurting you, but talking to you makes me fucking sad.

You have a lot of shit to fix, but you don’t want to.  That’s that, then.  Be sad forever.

I don’t want to be.

I wanted this to work, but you don’t even want to improve yourself for the sake of just because.

I’m quite frustrated.                 Tired.