SOMETIMES I TRIES TO BE AN ANGEL BUT I'M USUALLY A PAIN IN THE ASS

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Feeling like a

I never know what I've become
The king of all that's said and done
The forgotten one

What went wrong is a 3 word mystery that will always haunt me.

I wish I could say I'm sorry and take back all my mistakes, because as much as I hated them myself, I'm still unable to overcome this weaker part of me.

Why

My mind and emotions have never been so preoccupied on two fronts at the same time as it is right now. Last weekend was tough enough, well, who am I kidding when I thought it could get any better.

I do realized that I am far from perfect, and everytime I show my immaturity, it makes me sick to my stomach because I realized that I have no right to behave that way. I guess the fact that I am bluntly wrong that makes me such a hate-able person. I mean, no shit Sherlock, who wouldn't hate an idiot like me.

*sigh*

I was glad and really appreciated it to be able to talk to someone about it, but I guess I didn't show that. As always, I still am me.

My biggest problem is dealing with myself. I just don't know how, I really don't know how to deal with this part of myself, it just kills me. I still lost, I don't know what to do with myself.

I've got something up my sleeve that I don't want to show
Cause everytime I bleed I make a fool of me

I keep crashing down every time I get this far again
I keep tumbling down every time I get this far again