45 steps to the liquor store just another breakdown that I can't afford but I can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight I am really tired of people who feel sorry for themselves. and I am EXTRA tired of people who automatically assume that I am going to feel sorry for them. All I want is my friends, and the boy that I've been thinking about all summer. Every time I see him, it's different, it's better. It's getting there, but not fast enough. Too bad we don't believe in love, ya know? some times I don't know why we'd rather live than die