Untitled, incomplete, and wont be finished

You ever get dragged into seeing something you didn't want to see or even much go to. This would be one of those instances. I find myself sitting on the bottom floor of a movie theater packed with nothing but people who have an obsession with some dumb fuck ass movie. I get dragged into watching this bullshit cause of being in a relationship. Fuck love and relationships. I can already tell this is by far going to be the worst 2 hours of my damn day. Today's already a shitty day and this bitch just has to obsess over this movie. She always wants and wants things like this no matter what. She feels that everything is about her. But it's not. I fucking hate this and the relationship. Oh look the movie is about to start. I guess I'll write about the fuckery that ensues after I get out this damn thing. That is if I get out. Fuck this shit and her.

Abandonment Part 1

They say I turned my back on them.
But let's be honest they turned their backs on me
They didn't and don't really care about my individual happiness. They just act like they care so that they can achieve their greater goal. No one really gives a damn about you without having some other motive. So let's be honest if I turn my back on those that turned their back on me first is it really turning my back? No it's not. It's facing the music and realizing that you have to walk alone in order to survive. So fuck em. I walk alone with no problems.

You sicken me.

You sicken me.
The more I look at you the more I wonder why.
Why you?
You're falling apart.
Not what you used to be.
But do you even realize it?
Probably fucking not.
Cause you're still happy, right?
But what if you do realize it?
Do you even fucking care enough to change it?
I doubt you do
Honestly you probably doubt it yourself
So what the point of this then?
I don't really know.
Maybe you being questioned in the open will motivate you.
Let me stop lying.
You don't fucking care

Home

Home is not where the heart is.
Whoever made that statement should be shot.
Home is where anger is.
Home is where dissapointment lives.
Home is where overly high expectations where born.
Home is where hate was bred.
Home is a place that is not truly a home.
Home is just a house that my license says I reside at.
Home is a place full of empty dreams and broken promises.
Home is where I was destroyed as an individual in exchange for something others wanted.
Home is not a fond place.
Home is something I don't have anymore.
I fucking hate you home. May you rot in piss