Call me a loser because I already gave up trying to make things right, on my own.
What was I thinking? Trying to achieve the impossible. *shakes head*
It’s really no use, if it’s only y’all and I know what’s wrong.
Maybe I was being too optimistic, too hopeful.
I don’t give a damn if you treated me like an option, but please don’t make it so obvious, it hurts.
Anyway, I’m just totally drained now. Side effects of extreme sleep deprivation have already kicked in.
Maybe I should just die from exhaustion.
Why does this have to mean so much to me? It’s like I’m diggin’ my own grave.