Monday, May 18, 2015

I've already told the story a hundred times

I'll start slow
Because starting with the really new me just might scary you off
So let’s to rip of the band aid
Let’s pull of the huddie you wear every day because you didn't have time to pick out something else

But am I aloud to talk about myself 
REAL TALK
I feel like I’ve told the story

Real talk, I know just how to tell people what they want to hear
But right now, I’m going to tell you the truth and maybe the same story over and over
Of the, I don't want to hear it

Sophomore year I was drowning and my parents didn't even know it, because they're busy
Having a stay at home mom that work at home all the time, is probably the biggest piece of BULL
REAL TALK I wish I had the courage to say NO, and for the love SHUT UP 
But I just write it instead
REAL TALK love scares the living shit out of me and I pull away from time to time because one day I will be left with nothing but ripped opened letters and a messy room.
REAL TALK I hate your mom
REAL TALK I've been going to therapy sense the sixth grade 
I hate being seen as the goodie two shoes, because I’m not,
I'm just better at hiding it
I leave mutual early to I can go and cry in my car instead
Because having a bigger house isn't worth leaving the old ward
I miss Jr, year, because I only first met you, and I didn't love you yet
I've never had a really good girlfriend, but I balm it on myself
I regret a lot senior year, wished I wasn’t addicted to checking off the to do list
I wished I was more like my Dad because he's happier with his life
REAL TALK I forget, like a lot and I don’t know why
REAL TALK having a Grandma this Bi-polar scares the shit out of me too
Because that crap is in the gene pool
And I'm already half way there with seasonal depression
But at least I get better in the summer right 
I feel alone in a room filled with people because I don’t have a click to go to
But I’m going to better in college and hold on to friendships with both hands not just one

Because we have to hold on to life with both hands because you don’t know when it will turn into sand 






2 comments:

  1. YES. UHH. The honesty here is fantastic. #real "one day I will be left with nothing but ripped opened letters and a messy room." "wished I wasn’t addicted to checking off the to do list" "But at least I get better in the summer right" but my favorite: "But I’m going to do better in college and hold on to friendships with both hands not just one"

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  2. I regret a lot senior year, wished I wasn’t addicted to checking off the to do list.

    Good Lord, this is profound. Thank you for this post. Thank you for being real.

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