Lost.

I wanted someone to listen. That was all I was asking for. I was not asking for a Prada or Gucci. I just wanted you to stay and listened to me vent my frustrations. Was that too much to ask for? I give up. I am so exhausted, and you don't know how it feels. You don't care. What more can I say, baby? I love you, but there are times where I need someone to be there to just solely stay with me for a single solid reason. I want to rant without getting lectured. Yes, I get immature. But I am not a kid. I know what I am doing.
What am I suppose to do? Tell me. Because I feel so lost.

Me...

I'm acting on impulse. I always do. Crap. But i'm sticking to this. I will.

I won't let history repeat itself.

Everyday I tell myself, when I finally have a family of my own, it will be nothing like this one. Abso-fucking-lutely not like the hell I am living in.