How come every time I come to think everything might be all right again,

i know new things that make me feel so pissed and frustrated and mad mad mad

"Oxymoron paradox contradiction to the max."

Blurted the f word many times today

because what used to be, what seemed to be, what meant to be,

wasn't.

Spreading around what I'm not,

what the hell are you trying to do with that?

what good is it going to do?

Put me in a bad light,

and douse you in goodness?

I can't believe you'd do something like this to me

after all that was claimed

all a pretense? a mask to conceal the truth
and I wish

I could prove myself to them (i will find out who, and I will explain.)

that I'm not like that,

that what was spread

was just fabricated lies

UTTER, COMPLETE CONTRADICTION.

and i cannot trust anymore.
oh yeah, being clingy means that i'm drifting. YEAH. That's so true. I cling and I drift. Fucking amazing.