So sick.

"I'm so sick, infected with where I live, let me live without this empty bliss, selfishness. I'm so sick, I'm so sick. If you want more of this, we can push out, sell out, die out, so you'll shut up, and stay sleeping with my screaming in your itching ears"

I am so sick.

Sick of the constant lies being forced down my throat.

Sick of the false promises that supposed friends keep offering.

Sick of the bullshit negativity that comes with being unemployed.

Very sick of the false promise of love.

Sick of the lie, the hallmark, fabricated lie of "I'll only ever love you"

If you can't keep to your word, then swallow your tongue.

Words can't begin to describe how desperately lonely, and (for lack of a better word), depressed I am. But I wouldn't tell, no. I wouldn't tell.

I am Jack's broken heart.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

I am Jack's raging bile duct.

I am Caitlin, and I'm the girl the boys don't fall in love with.