You have every right to be angry.

And you have every right to say everything you're saying.

I am a hypocrite.

I am a disappointment to myself.

But I'm also a teenager.

I also make mistakes.

I also fuck up.

And I also hate that I can't sleep regularly anymore.

It isn't nightmares.

The sleep is fine.

It's the thoughts that come before it that are unnerving.

The thoughts of pure disgust with yourself, and disappointment.

I wish I could just say that you're being an uptight bitch

And that you have no right to judge me.

I wish I could say that you're being unreasonable.

But I can't.

I can't because I agree with you.

But it doesn't matter, because that's not going to change what I did.

I wish I could pick up a phone and call you,

But you wouldn't listen.

Primarily because I'd have nothing to say that would satisfy either of us, clearly.

But whatever.

It's not like you'd even read this shit.