I dont know who I am. Is that such a bad thing.
I can't be loved cause I'm not completely loving myself.
I rather be in the quietness of my room, taking one to the face. I rather sit and cry about nothing at all,
The feelings I feel, confusing.
Call me a know nothing, cause I pretty much know nothing.
But like a turning point in my life, I dont care.
I dont care to know myself, Not knowing is fun to me, But me not caring is starting affect me all over, and you know what?
I still dont care because the way I'm feeling about the life makes me not wanna care about nothing ever again. These people didnt care when they hurt me. They didnt care when they walked all over me. They didnt care when I was bleeding. They didn't care when I cried to sleep. They didn't care.
But this is about me right?