my efforts aren’t enough.

im so sick of you. i want so bad to say i hate you. but that’d be a lie. but i do know when things for sure. that i don’t want this.

oh well

i hate that i have no one to turn to, to talk about my problems.
the friends that i thought i had turned their backs on me..
or something like that, past and present.
i trust no one. i have forgotten what a real friend is like.

it’s funny because my day started out just fine,
thinking i would end my night with a smile.
but we can’t always have what we want.