my knees

you don't understand me at all. you don't even try.

no, im not fucking lying about my fucking knees being fucked up. and i will show you the scar on the back of my head if you want me to. no, im not lying about that either. i don't see how you cant understand what im trying to say. okay, it would cause a lot of trouble if i did run and not care about the knees, and then they get completely busted up and then i'd fall and just lie there on the pavement for like 30min cause theres no way i can walk with knees that aren't in the right place. and then someone'll have to take me to the hospital, or at least back to school and you'd probably need a car or something for that cause i ain't walking, and then you'll be blamed on partially because it is your duty to watch over the others. and then you'd tell the authorities that it was my fault because you told me to be careful, but then i'd have everyone else back me up and tell the truth, which is that you never told me to be careful. actually, it was the opposite. you told me not to slack off, not to walk and to run faster. so if they find out that your words were the reason why my knees broke down, then obviously you'll be in trouble.

and you don't want that. because you have a bad reputation already, what with you having double personalities for school life and for the club. and because you take everything out on people if things don't go the way you want it to.

you better watch out what you say and do.

that's all im saying.