Emotions

One day you are going to realize, realize that everything I do has a reason for you. You think I scold you for the sake of it... I get tired and fuck the minds of those who are not my own. But you bloody hell are. If you think I ever did this for my personal gains, think again.

I come back home from school very hopeful each week, I miss my family so much. But what do i get in return? Your bloody moodswings because of some other unhappy stuff you face. I tolerate most of them because I dont see a need to fight over small things. But why? Why do I have to face that torture?? You are the one I trust the most with all my secrets, and each time I talk to you about them, you dont even seem to bother one bit. You know why? For you.... Your friends mean the world... But for me, you mean more than that. I wish you fucking realized that.

You think I like hearing from people bad things they say about you? I FUCKING HATE IT. And I fucking feel it for you. I tell you to stay away from certain people. Is it for my benefits? And when I tell you something, sometimes I feel you just take it too lightly. You don't even realize the consequences.. I know people need to make mistakes to pick themselves up. But don't you realize too that you are of a mature age to know that some things are really wrong and you obviously know the consequence before performing the act?

I have so much more to say... But to wrap things up, thank you for calling me a bitch. I don't need anymore reason to know I was wasting my time all these years. To actually know I tell people how much I fucking Love you. Thanks for showing yours to me too.