sleep is the enemy

I'm at my parents place, I love being here sometimes. Just acting like a total retard with my babybrothers, fighting with my sister, clean out the fridge..

But unfortunately I can not sleep. The things I do on a whim they are not always smart, but they are mine. The question of the day: do you do this because you genuinely care about me or to save your own skin? How can people fall in love, when all that love does is hurt, and destroy every little piece of self-confidence? How is it, that we are such retards, falling in love time after time with the wrong people?

the funny thing is that I want what I can't get and the ones who want me won't get me because I'm longing for the thing I can't get.

Life is really so fucking dissapointing, EVERYBODY LIES EVERYBODY HURTS.