Knives Don`t Have Your Back

i think our lives are programmed to the same ups and downs.
it makes us feel like we complete eachother.
when really im sure we're the downfall to one another's life stories.

there's just this little piece of me that is still sitting in the car with them, and i spend every moment trying to trace my steps back to when i was happy.
we all are i think.

and isn't that what people like me do?
people like us.

backstabbing is an art and we all fight eachother.
its just becomming way too hard, and too far from worth it.
its clearly an addiction; so good and so bad and so hard to be away from.
too hard to quit, because really, what else do you have? and what more could you want?

i couldn't scream loud enough to vent the frustration in me today.
firstly, this is not a three person relationship.
i have enough of my own shit to sort through.
...and seriously?! a fifteen year old?!
you disgust me.