you sit here and tell me you want me to be better. im trying, i really am. you judge me because im not as good as them, but you know what, im not fucking perfect. they arent either, but maybe in your eyes they are. i needed your help to finish things, but apparently it was a waste of time. apparently i am a waste of a time. i tried to impress you, but that never worked, you just brushed me off like an annoying bug. i dont think things are going to work out with us both in the same house. but i have no other place to go, except for where im planning hanging from the nice tree out front. i know you wont care, maybe it will be a nice decoration in front of your house with your nice family…and of course youre all perfectly perfect in the perfect world of fakeness! fuck you *****.