I'm sick of being the scapegoat of this apartment.
Certain conversations make me realize that I am ready to graduate and go some place where I belong...where I actually matter
Christmas break will be a good thing....I just want to feel loved and appreciated instead of the joke of this so called home.
I guess I'm just not good enough.
Nation, You Make Me Tired
15 years ago
1 comment:
I'm sorry you feel that way. And while I would not be presumptuous enough to speak for everyone, I certainly don't see you like that. I don't think you realize how much you mean to me. You are my best friend. Period. You are the person I go to first and the person who knows me best. I love you.
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