i am tempered. i am moody. i am angry. i am sad. i am tension. My emotions are outta control. I wouldn’t be writing this. If I really didn’t give a shit. But obviously I care. Because I’m so frustrated. My hand can’t stop scribbling. You may not comprehend. You ain’t even gotta like. You can kiss my ass. Tired of crying. But still wouldn’t change a thing. My trust,even when you hurt me. Knowing I can’t be perfect. This is who I am. Maybe I don’t understand. I’m just exhausted. This is my hearts. I am bleeding. And this is me. So fuck you. Talk to me tomorrow. I’ll be alright. This is my bad mood day.
