Let Me Live.

Which part of it do you not get? 

Of everything that's ever stressed me out before. 

This is the worst. 

Don't you see it's not the course?

It's not the work load, it's not the contents.

It's not the classes, it's not the deadlines.

It's you. 

If it wasn't for my baby, I would have given up and broken down long time ago! 

I've really done all I can to let you know, how mean do you expect me to be?

Or are you just taking advantage because you know we will never be able to be that mean?

The fuck I give about you: zero.

Stop talking to me.

Stop touching me. 

And fuck the hell off!