Idk, he did all that he could. I was the problem. Everything is so chaotic now and so, I loose again. Anger is an understatement. Everything I fought for was naive. Everything I pledged for was a desire to understand. I guess I just can’t be appreciated. He’s right, I reek of failure. I thought I was fine but there’s a part of me that doesn’t stop fighting. I try to protect the parts of me that care. But when I do, I’m wrong. So I get angry and no one cares that I do. No one cares that I’m angry. I’ll just be here. Molded to everyone’s favor.











