"Don't tell me what to feel. All my fuckin' life people have been telling me I do things wrong, I'm always the fucking asshole, and I look around and I see everyone else is infinitely more fucked- up than I am."
(Californication)
Where the fuck did the happiness I had yesterday and the day before gone to?!
Would somebody just leave me the fuck alone!!
Identity crisis and anger management issues all together.
This is sick, just sick. And you don't even listen. You never listen to the shit I say. And if one of these days I won't be coming back, I so not want to hear any of the bullshit talk you'll give me about growing up and facing my responsibilities.
I need air.
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