My way

Just woke up. Was quite an exhausting day yesterday, yesterday evening.
When am I going to learn that my way isn't the only way? Probably never.
It's too bad that I never believe that people care for me or even think of me. I do believe it now, but when I'm those 'I hate everything and everything hates me' moods, I tend to forget.
I'm sorry for fights, argues, things I said that could've been said in a 'nicer' way, but I could never take it back. I won't take things back I still think I'm right about.
I do make up for them.
Breakfast in bed, picking you up from school and thinking about what I did.