sometimes i'm afraid you aren't who i think you are, or who you say you are.

i hate when a tiny negative thought takes over your brain and ruins your day.

and when you think of something and it makes you nauseous.

my thoughts haven't had a good day.

i just hate when a good time is ruined for no good reason.

maybe you really can't stand to be around me for that long of a time.

i guess i don't believe you. i'm glad you cleaned under your bed, or that someone else did.

i guess it doesn't make sense sometimes. you believe in god and are going to vote for romney. i would do neither of those.

do you look down on me because i am not as far in life as you?

i guess i can't know if i don't ask.