the truth

so maybe i got a little bit ahead of myself,
but i'm just so far behind in everything else
that sometimes it feels like it's now or never.
i just wanna be alone together,
and you - you don't want a damn thing
and that's nothing for me to get upset about,
but i am, and fuck you and fuck this and fuck me
because it's all i'm good for anyway.

i am a little bit of everything
and not enough of anything
to be worth more than nothing
to you.

...

thoughts like this are starting to feel less and less like bleak angst and more and more like the truth, after all.