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Angst, My Ass
"Of all the people I've ever met, it's you I most want to hurt. You want my trust, but you don't even have it yet and you're abusing it.
"Everyone says, 'If you need to talk...,' and then when I do talk and all they have to say is, 'Oh,' they wonder why I don't tell anyone how I feel.
It must be nice to have someone who listens to you. Actually listens. And has the nerve to tell you when you're just being whiny. I wish I had the nerve. Now I'm stuck listening. I feel like when I leave high school half a large burden will be lifted off me. I am prepared to walk away from all my friend right now. The pressure's too much. They expect me to be so strong for them but I can't anymore. Tell me all your problems then insult me. See how long it'll take me to snap. I can't comprehend. I just don't understand. How can you look at me and not see any pain? I'm just like you. Why are you afraid to be alone in a group of people? When you are, you only end up using everyone. Well, f*** you. I'm sick of it. And everyone else would be too if they could see through your lies. You're not who you say you are. You are what you say you hate.
Teenage angst my ass."
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