Have I told you that I'm actually screwed up?

From the way I was built to what's in my head.

Have I ever told you that I'm actually not a friend?

From the people I beat up, the people I put down, and the mean messages I typed up and decided to hit send.

Have I told you that I don't regret?

The life I've lived, the experience I've gained, and the times I thought I was all set.

Have I ever mentioned that

I was a loner, a hater, and an experimentive explorer from Toronto to Saratt?

And all of the times I have wondered

How I could ever survive the events life has thrown at me and the hurricanes I've been through, how a person like myself, could have messed themselves up the way I have, and continue living.

I wonder how someone so stupid could be allowed to live, how someone who doesn't listen is considered not useless. I will get into more trouble because life is the way it is.

I will continue to live.

Though, have I ever mentioned to you that I'm actually a screwed up person?