Yeah... Going back on my word again.

Screw the consequences!

I'm burning that CD for Serena.

She obviously doesn't give to two shits out of a rat's ass how she affects people, so why should I care how I affect her?

I'm tired of it.
Tired of it all.
I thought sleeping on this would make me feel better.
Instead of waking in a better mood, I find my mood tweaked, altered slightly, but enough to focus it into one singular thought:

I'm pissed.

How dare you say that my behavior's unacceptable? So condescending, unnecessarily critical.

The tears are gone, replaced by rage. The guilt-ridden sorrow has been pushed out by angry indignation.

I'm not gonna cry

I'm not gonna cry

I'm not gonna shed no tears

I'm not gonna cry

This is not the time

'Cause you're not worth my tears.

You are supposed to be my big sister, supposed to be helping me.

I love you

I hate you

I can't get around you

I'm so done.

I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude

I guess that I'm out the door and that I'm done with you.