its killing me to watch you bleed fuck that. i dont care anymore. give me the gun, ill shoot you in your fucking face, i dont care anymore, ill bathe in your fucking blood. no. ill drown you in your blood. how does that sound. you need to know when to catch sarcasm. have we really, really grown apart that much?! that you dont even know me anymore? you dont know when its not ok. you tell me that you love me but you are never there. i waste whole nights away waiting for the little box that never pops up on my screen. im not being fair. you need your sleep. of course you do. you are a growing boy. and lacrosse is such a grueling sport. just remember the times i stayed up until the early hours of the morning talking to you when you had the next day off so it didnt matter and i should have been doing my homework and sleeping. just remember, i sacrificed. yes, i did. and i get bored easily. fucker.