There are times..
I wish I didn’t care…I wish I was just one of those free spirits that just don’t care about anyone or anything. No regrets, no second thoughts, no worry in the world. It would be nice.
It would be very nice. Instead I am stuck with a conscience. I am stuck with a heart and common sense.
Sometimes. I really hate me.
I just want respect. I just want to be appreciated. I don’t get that. Not where it counts. This feeling usually hits me at night. When I’m by myself. It just sucks. I think I was completely and utterly wired wrong.
I hate the night time.
I hate how my brain works overtime in thinking about things that are beyond my control.
I hate life. And I don’t think anyone has any idea truly how I feel. No one could. Sometimes I think God made a mistake with me. I really do.
