Is there nothing you can say

Take this arm away

I'm suffocating

Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me

Yeah, that's how I feel like right now. But you know me, I'm not very emotional. Or rather I just don't break down that much. I suppose one day, all the hate I'm holding is going to rise up, like bitter bile, and engulf myself, and the people surrounding me. I need a dose of care and respect. Is that why I do things for attention?

Maybe.

I do not know when this will all end, and when I'm going to be free from all expectations and just live my life the way I want it, without anybody demanding things from me that I know are impossible for me to accomplish.

I hate responsibility.

Go away.