he doesnt

even know.
how much it hurts.
how much it kills me that he can't be accept--
i don't give up.
i'm a fighter.
i want to be challenged,
i want to be knocked down,
i want to get my ass kicked...
so that next time i return the favor 10x stronger.

i have never cried so much in my life,
but the other relief is much worse,
and a lot more noticeable.
plus, it's unglier than my whole face sopping wet with salt water.

the second he: the just as important he:

of course, the friend always lets you down.
as they are ultimately destined to do.
why do i always fool myself into believeing that the next one is different?

I can trust this one.
I can depend on him.
He will be there when I need him.
He doesn't understand, but he still cares.

Nope.

Everyone's life is tragic.
Everyone has their own little lifetime story.
{Mine much less melodramatic than others}

Why the fuck do I trick my self into thinking that i'm special,
and need special guidence for my problems?

Oh, oh yeah.
It's because i'm really genuinely going crazy.

There's that and the fact that I picked up andrew's nasty habit.
:/

Help.