Maybe you can lie to yourself.

Maybe life has it's own funny way of fucking things up and making it better. Maybe when we think we don't belong, we really do. Maybe I really do like you, but if you're are telling the truth, I won't show you disappointment. Maybe I used to drink to forget. Maybe I used drink to remember why I'm alive. Maybe my friends are my family. Maybe they just backstab and/or forget. Maybe I really will get cavities from eating too much candy. Maybe the car rides were too long. Maybe I think you're crazy. Maybe I love it. Maybe I want you. Maybe I don't. Maybe I am stressed. Maybe my family is frustrated with me. Maybe I don't care. Or maybe I do. Maybe I wish the stars were shining tonight. Maybe I wish you called. Maybe I wish we could kick it like we did in the summer before school started. Maybe I miss your judgemental ass. Maybe I love Tuesdays. Maybe I love the weekends. Maybe I won't get kicked out. Maybe they won't mind how I live. Maybe my dad will stop hurting me. Maybe my mom will never be unhappy again. Maybe my sister will be happy forever and ever. Maybe my little sister will be amazing. Maybe everything will be ok. Maybe life is ok.