Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Tell Me, Please...




"Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political

And please
I'm still wearing this miserable skin
And it's starting to tear from within
But it's obvious that doesn't bother you
So please..."

I am so sick of you. Seriously. Get the goddamn stick out of your goddamn ass. Grow up. GROW UP. You make me sick. If I ever, EVER, end up like you when I am your age, I will end up wanting to die even more.

GROW THE FUCK UP.

I hate you. so much. SO FUCKING MUCH.

...

popcorn, popcorn, twist lightbulb.

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