I hate my life.
I hate my existence
I hate being sad over and over and over again.
I hate feeling like my heart is being torn into pieces over and over again.
I hate all my problems.
I just want them all to go away.
I just want to go away.
I wipe my falling tears as I walk away from Christian.
He doesn't call me back, neither does he hold me.
Like it should be.
I walk to the parking lot before I realize I don't have a ride home.
Great.
I can't go back in and I know I'm not about to ask Christian for a ride home.
God forbid that.
I sigh as I look around.
How the hell will I get home?
I can just walk?
Fuck it.
I start to walk towards my house. It might take me hours, but right now, I don't care.
"You need a ride?"
A car comes up beside me and starts driving slowly.
I turn my head to see who it is.
"Fuck off Dave."
