I’m not your girlfriend.
Don’t call me love or sweetie.
How one point in time you could be doing nothing. Just working from time to time.
Then once you join something it seems like there’s no freedom.
I’ve been so busy now days that it’s gotten hard to breathe.
Marching band every Monday Wednesday Friday and sometimes both Saturday and Sunday.
Work Tuesday Thursday and every morning.
Then you have my ex smothering me, and my parents treating me like I’m 10
I just wanna get up and leave.
I don’t wanna go to school. I just wanna work and get my own house.
I wanna move somewhere, that I’ll enjoy.
I’ve lived on Hawaii my entire life… I don’t love it here. I hate it actually.
I’d rather be somewhere else. Anywhere but here.
I hate the beaches. I hate the sun. I hate some people.
Maybe I’ll move to the mainland and once I miss Hawaii I’ll move back. But for now, I hate it here. Especially at home.
Get me out.
I’m so tired of you.
You say you’re my sponsor. But you never act like it.
Why did I even choose you as my sponsor?
You make no effort to guide me on my path to God
I’ve lost all faith in you and I guess I have to travel this path to God alone.
What else can I do anymore? I feel like I’m nothing to you.
Thanks for being a sponsor to me and making it like I meant something in your life when you were in Hawaii.
I now know that since you moved, I mean nothing to you, just some girl that’s your candidate.