Allihave

Why don't they ask me anymore? Noone does but one. No, two. I'm feeling awful and it's because of all, not one or two, all. I should feel ashamed, I haven't done my english jet. And the test is today. Bad girl. All I do is punishing myself, not for once, for all. It's always me, I, "you", she, her, Kim. never anyone else, nobody else. Just me, you, her. I know why, at least I think so, but they don't. Don't have no idea. And they don't even wanna listen, I'm afraid I'm not worth it. No, I'm not. They say it, I always do as they tell. I hate it. More now than ever before. Because I want to be something and that something I can't be when I'm still here, there. They keep me away from it, always. Just by saying a few words, don't understanding it's enough. I don't wanna tell anymore. Just need that question to be answered. Need to hear something real. Something as someone told me this weekend, it was the best words I've heard for so long, I can't even remember last time. I don't wanna ask for it anymore.