"Forget December"

---I love Something Corporate---

My head hurts really bad. REALLY BAD. I feel nauseous and just drained beyond belief. Haha, maybe you're right, maybe it's good she counts her pills. When it's like this, I can't handle it. I don't know how to take care of myself. So I lay there, on the kitchen floor, just trying to find the strength to pick myself up. I wish my household had a mute button. I think I would be a whole lot healthier if I could drown all of it out once in a while. They say I don't listen to anything they say, but it's not true. I try to listen, but then it all just hurts. They say things that hurt. And they yell, and they're just all so loud. They say my screamo music is bad, they should hear themselves. Now, that is something to scramble the brains. And they never hear me. How is that fair? I want to tell them things, but they don't hear me. THEY NEVER LISTEN. How can they know me, when they never listen? I wish I could find a mute button. Instead, I try to drown it out, and it drains me, and I find myself fallling asleep at 6pm, when I should be studying. Maybe it's better if I'm the only one who's quiet tonight.

...and if I'm talking, my words are mocking the deaf ears they have fallen on...