Three weeks

I’m trying so hard for them. I’m trying so hard to make it through this, but there’s no reason to stay and every reason to go. The realization that no one gives a damn has struck hard this week, but then again how the hell can I expect someone else to love and care for me when I am such a horrible person. I deserve to be alone. I deserve to suffer.

Three more weeks, that’s it. Then it’ll all be over. Three more weeks of happy faces, and subtle goodbyes, then, I’m done. I didn’t realize that one could fuck so much shit up in only sixteen years, but there’s no changing that now. Is there?

I would like to think that maybe, just maybe if someone acted like they gave a damn, if someone cared, or if I could just talk to someone, then I could call this whole thing off. But hey, persistence is a *****. And God know I’ve fucked up a perfectly opportunity once and I’m not gonna do it again. I can’t afford another fuck up.

”Believe and act as if it were impossible to fail.”  Damn straight. Gotta get it right this next time