I still got you to warm my breath.

I am not an angry person, or overly emotional for that matter. I am honest and I do not know how to play the games that all the other girls my age are so good at. I would not want to anyway, what is the point of pretending you are someone you are not? With false interests just to get someone else to pay you the slightest bit of attention for a little while, I'll tell you what this is, pointless. My head is full and my hands are empty, this is only temporary. I am sharing my personal space, my personal things, my thoughts are invaded by banging, shrilling and the fact that this was supposed to be temporary. Nothing can be what it seems when you are a liar, a cheater, and a wet blanket. Things are chaotic enough without another person, let alone a person with multiple personalities and a crazed stare. I know that there is that unspoken rule that family comes first, you should do anything to help out someone you share blood ties, but where do you draw the line? What happens if the family member's blood is cold and their heart is a fraction the size of mine? There is no resemblance in my eyes, we have nothing in common. Why do I owe you anything because we are related? I pick myself apart giving pieces and chunks to my friends, and my parents, because I do owe each of them time, love and whatever else they need.