Someone Like You
Me and my Uke
I love my son…but I hate so many other aspects of my life…he’s the only thing I actually care about. This is not such a great feeling.
Yea, I’ve screwed up in the past, and yea I don’t have the greatest track record, but if I tell you to trust me…just do it. I shouldn’t have to give you my cellphone to prove I’m not cheating on you. I’m not cheating on you. Just drop it. You’re gonna go to bed mad, thinking about how I’m “hiding stuff” and you’re gonna have nightmares and then wake up mad at me, for shit I didn’t even do. I trust you, even though I sit back and watch you lie to every other Tom, Dick, and Harry that walks by, that doesn’t stop me from wondering if you’ll lie to me, but you know what? I trust you. So if I tell you to trust me? Just trust me. Don’t pick up my phone to read my texts when I leave it someplace, and if I accidentally forget to log out of Facebook, have the decency to log me out. I don’t dig for shit on you, you know what I go through, you know there are things I deal with that you just can’t understand, you know there are things I keep to myself for the sake of your sanity, and if by chance I have a friend who understands what I’m going through, I’m gonna talk to them. I know I ask for a lot materialisticly speaking, but if I could have one thing from you…just one thing, I’d want you to trust me. And who knows, you’ll probably read this…I guess we’ll have that argument when it gets here.
I’m so sick and tired of being yelled at for stupid stuff. I cant handle this freaking bi-polar see-saw of emotions. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells.