emo.

I guess what it boils down to is
I wish
that for once in my life
someone would see through my fake smile
and ask me how I am.
And when I say okay,
they would say, no
I can tell something's wrong.

Because it is.

I love you for who you are;
so why is it,
why the hell is it,
that I never get that in return.

Oh, also,
thanks a lot.
You invite "us" to come
but if the other says no, I can't go,
then I am uninvited?
Maybe.
Ish.
Whateverthehelljusthappened.

At this point
I don't even know what I want.
I don't even care anymore.
I am so over it with my life.