I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
All the mean things you say.
It feels like nobody has truly been there for me besides Rob and my sister.
Even Izzy and Vince have been a better friend than most of my best friends and closest friends.
People had to rub it in.
All the negativity and disappointments.
You don’t think I get enough of that?
The fights we have about three times a week.
I wish you understood me better.
I wish you didn’t take my advice personally.
I only want the best for you because that’s what you’ve been in my life.
What’s the point of wishing for something that’s not happening or going to happen.
But I do.
This feels close to impossible but I’m doing my best to be positive.
I wish I could stop thinking and worrying too much.
It causes too much problems and arguments.
In fact, I wish I could shut my mouth.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
