power struggles

Oh, friendship.

Sometimes I say too many things, it makes me hate myself.

“You don’t understand what it means to be female”

I’m trying to write about something that I don’t understand.

(I suppose that’s all we ever write about, but it’s awfully disconcerting)

So I think, lets not be friends anymore. You makes me feel awfully broken, and though I crave your (negative) attention, we've turned out to be less equal than I'd thought (I have a tendency to delude myself)

I hate people who are like me.

The safest thing you can be is the person who cares less.

You aren’t even curious? You aren’t even curious.

I’m all the things that people claim to hate, but they can’t seem to recognize it on me.

“The woods are lovely dark and deep

but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep...”

-- It’s not that I’m private about my life, it’s that I don’t like the judgements you make about my honesty.
With you, I’m too honest.
(Someone please cut out my tongue)

do you hate me now.

It’s not a game anymore, is it?