I care about people less and less. I have this feeling in my stomach, I really don't know why it's there, but I feel bitter towards loads of things. In a certain respect, I wish things were like they were in like july/august time; strange. It's probably because I'm on my own loads, which I like, but then I think into stuff loads.
Why can't I just be the big dog?
I reckon one day I'll be bitter and twisted and alone, which will be like a "serves you right" kind of thing. Or atleast thats what it seems like at the moment.
eternally tucked up.
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