by undertaker. » Sun Mar 10, 2013 12:11 pm
My mom asks why I didn't go with my sister and grandparents. Why? Well, to put it simply, I didn't want to be the third wheel. They've never had an interest in me. Just my sister. Why did they ask, then? For formality. That's all there is to it. They don't want me around. Hell, my parents don't want me around either. It's okay, though. I'm not going to cry; I've learned that it doesn't help, nor does it do anything. Why should I cry? It doesn't matter anymore. So just leave me alone. Leave me alone to rot in my room. It's not like I would be missed.
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I can't find my remote thingy. And I lost one of the batteries. Opps.
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
