I Know You

I know you like the back of my hand. I know that you've felt like you've been hated, betrayed, and unwanted. Well, nice to meet you. I know who you are but you don't know me. I know your thoughts but you don't know mine. Actually, you will. I'm a 17-year-old from America. I'm average. I'm getting by through school without failing, I'm okay at sports, and I like to escape the world through music and art. There, now you know me.

You're most likely a teenager. So that means that you've felt like your whole world is turning into complete shit and no one can save you from your misery. Then, the next day it's like you fucked the world's most perfect person. You're a roller coaster. You're the definition of mood swings. I am a roller coaster. I am a mood swing. Fuck it. We all are.

So you've probably wanted to punch about 20 people you see on your Facebook just from what they post. You probably want to punch 40 people just by passing them in the hallway. You want to kill 60 just by thinking of them. Guess what? You're most likely on someone's shit list, too. Yeah. Us, teenagers, like to think we're perfect. We have the feeling of being invincible when we're really at the bottom. Talk to yourself for about a minute. What are you saying to yourself? Are you just talking? Complaining? Screaming? Don't. In some form of fuckery, you are somewhat perfect. Take that as a compliment. You are. Like I said before, I know you like the back of my hand. The things that you are doing is right in your own mind, which technically makes you perfect. Don't over-think it.

When you get angry, what do you like to do? It depends on your personality. I, personally, like to listen and blast some Fall Out Boy or something like that. You know what you should do when you're unhappy? Make art. No matter how "unartistic" you are, just fucking do it. You don't need to show it to anyone. You don't need to even look at it. Grab a pencil, draw something on that piece of paper that's crushed under your bag and do it. I don't care how stupid it sounds, do it. Or you can write a song about it. Just do something with art or music. You'll feel like a shitload of weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

You're walking through school just like everyone else and some bitch decides to stare you down. In your mind you're saying, "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!" In their mind they're saying, "Ew." Look at how much energy you're wasting. Do you honestly want to waste your calories and saliva talking or thinking about that bitch? That's what I thought. Fuck shit up and do what you need to do. I'm not going to say, "Omg, don't let it get to you! You're so much stronger than that!" or "Lawlzzzz, let me post a status about this dumb hoe." 

                              1.) You're now on their level. 

                              2.) You're going to make yourself look stupid. 

                              3.) Let it go. 

You probably won't even see them in 5 years so why waste your own time and get everything so worked up about it. Let it go and move on because you know they're dumb. If you talk about them, they're going to torture the living shit out of you. I know you. You want to talk shit on them and you want revenge. Don't do it. It's pointless and unnecessary. I know you better than that. If you don't think I do, think it over again.