You Grow Old Beautifully

I just want to be out of here.

I'm so sick of feeling unappreciated and left out AGAIN. I know part of it is my fault because I'm never here, and I'm pretty protective over you.

I hate that you're sharing secrets with her and actually being nice to her, when there's honestly no difference between them. They're both so disrespectful and young. And it bugs me that you associate with her like she's such a good friend.

I honestly just want to be in Charleston. I'm starting to get an itch like I need to go somewhere else. I need to start over. Cause I'm already back to my old ways, and I already feel like a lot of people don't like me. Though I don't know why I flatter myself that anyone actually cares.

I just wish I was a different person. I wish I wasn't so intense and that things didn't matter so much to me. I feel like I have things to prove to people, but I'm not going to prove them. Because things matter to me, and, unfortunately, that only makes it worse and my goals more unattainable.

I wish I could not care anymore. It would make things way easier. When you don't care, you can't be disappointed.

I wish I was like that.