Fuck Off, You

That's how I like it. I like to stare at a middle finger as I fall asleep.
And yeah it bothers you.
And then you go to your room and your friends' room.
But I'm never there.
You know where I am.
I'm not sure where it's all going anyways.
My friend,
He tells me,
It's all gonna work out.
Yes I know.
I guess I have a burning desire to cut my finger nails.
I guess everytime you don't say goodbye, I lose a bit of my faith in you.
I guess I stopped caring
About some things,
And then others
I can't stop caring.
I wish I was like you.
You say so many things
And none of it really ever makes sense,
I just get the sense
You're so fucked up.
You remind me of an "old lover"
Who once did something dumb.
I don't know how to feel towards you now.
I don't feel malice. Never hate. I just don't.
I can hate strangers, and I do.
I hate everyone I meet.
Until I know them.
It's like starting at zero.
Not one hundred.
And I wish I could look upon this earth with unabounded love. With free flowing love. With love like oceans and napkins and fast food, just coming out of nowhere, and forever.
But I can't.
I look at the world and I see people wearing things that cost a lot of money.
I see people with straight hair who shouldn't have straight hair.
And it makes me so upset,
That's a problem.
Everything makes me upset.
I just.
WANT.
STABILITY.
Do I have to scream it?
I want stability in something crazy, not something stable.
I want to take the least stable home and live there,
But FOREVER. I want a forever.
If it's bad, I end.
It it's good, I stay.
So simple.
Time to sleep.
More later.
Goodbye.
Now.
DROP.