And like an idiot I believed you.

Know it all. 
You should know, my friend.
You should open my eyes. I'm entirely human.
You should know, my friend.
That the aftermath of this all, we'll express the thin line of welcome.
You should know, god. 

I felt like a goddess. I could breathe. You fucked that up.

I had the toughest weekend. I almost forgot my name. Band made a 2. Which is better than we expected. Let's fix those individual mistakes, kids. I think I'm hypoglycemic. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow evening for official results. School is going to be slow tomorrow, I can just feel it. But oh well. I haven't slept all weekend until last night. I could be better emotionally. Otherwise, I feel pretty good. I think.

I feel awful. And you should know why. I was angry. Now, I just want to talk to you. 

I just want to talk to you.