Where Are We Now

I don't fucking care. Have some respect. I live here. Things are going to be changing. I'm done with not saying anything.
Last night at 10pm, I decided to go to Washington at 8:30 this morning.
Who is this person?
Admitting this isn't it. This isn't where I need to be. To you. Was big. I can't tell anymore if you're the reason, or if what I need is not here.
I'm missing the spark.
I miss talking to girls. Girls are awesome. They have girl problems and like talking about them. I've never had someone to talk to, who will take these things seriously, who knows the situation. It's nice.
I want tequila.
Tonight, I wanted a drink. To stop my brain. To calm my brain. I didn't have one.
I'm not your mother. Grow up and learn to handle your own life.
This is bad. I see it. You should.
Looking forward to revenge. The grandpa's farts seat has it coming.
Everyday you say things that bring tears to my eyes. This sucks. Being away. I've had times where I was unsure. Where I was ready to be done. But I can't imagine not having this. Having you. I don't know how to make today special. There was one time you told me that if we made it two years, you'd be there. Pretty sure I won't be with you tomorrow. But that's how it is.
I just don't know where I'm going.
I think it has part to do with not knowing where I am.
If you asked me how I'm doing. I would say I'm doing just fine.