Sing About Everyone You Left Behind

     I am tired of all the fighting, of all the tears, of the looking up at my ceiling every night so pissed off that I can't fall asleep. I am done with thinking that it will get better. It isn't, and it probably never will. Sure, there was one time that I did have a future with you, but now, that future looks more like a verbally abusive death match. You believe that in order for me to be happy, that you have to choose between me and your best friend, then you clearly do not know me as well as you think you do.

      It does not take much to make me happy now a days, and all you really need to do is recognize that I do not like to be at home for extended amounts of time, and recognize that yeah, I am going to be depressed that the year is over, and its time to pack up and come back home. But then again, aren't we all supposed to grow up and leave the nest? Well, you apparently want to make your nest directly on top of the one you grew up in.

      But no, you cannot even fathom the fact that I am happier in a place where you are not. You can't believe that after these past few years here in the 'burgh, that I still love it here. You come up with excuses, its just the friends, or its just the school, but its not. Its the atmosphere, the uprising businesses, the career opportunities, its everything about this city that I find more attractive then home. I am tired of apologizing for loving what I do. Quit making me feel like the bad guy because you can't respect my feelings. You need to realize that right now, you are far from my first priority, and get that through your thick skull. The fact that you are even a priority at all should mean something when I have a career to focus on, an ankle to heal, and school to get through.

       Quit blaming me for your general lack of happiness, because guess what, its not only me making your life suck. You can control what happens to you, and even the things that you cannot control, you can at least influence. Show some fight, for something other than me not wanting to head back to Akron just yet. I am tired of your shit, and I don't think I can keep taking it.