Goodnight, Goodnight.

I think that everything is happening for a reason.
And maybe I am taking shit way too fast.
I start to think that it's okay.. but then I realize
You aren't mine,
And I'm not yours.
You say that won't be true by the end of this week,
But do I believe you?
Apparently Wednesday is going to be a big day for you too.
I don't want him to tell you anything about me.
I don't want him to warp your perceptions.
I don't want him to have that control.
Because even if he says good things,
You're thoughts will be forever changed.
And I don't want that to happen.
I don't want you to ask his permission.
I don't want anyone to care what he thinks.
He's fucked ME over.
He should be the least of everyone's worries.
I'm so sick of this bullshit.
Yes it's bro-code.
But no, it doesn't seem to matter ALL the time to everybody.
If you want me, you can have me.
But don't think that you need to go through him to get me.
He controls NOTHING.
NOT a fucking THING.

But anyway.
I should probably head to bed.
It's getting late,
And my shoulders are starting to hurt from hunching over my computer for this long.
At least I did this instead of binging though, right?
Parents were fighting in the kitchen for a few hours.
I stayed in my room all night.
Bull SHIT I'm never home.
Perfect example A tonight.
But really.
Goodnight.