Back to the real me
Yeah. the real me. the depressed, sick of everything, the world can kiss my fucking ass me. this part goes out to my "friends" who never have anytime for me, but i always make time for them. FUCK YOU! not that they are reading this, because they could't be bothered wondering anything about what's going on in my life. this goes out to those that fake caring, and you know who you are, because you are reading this. KISS MY FUCKING ASS AND STOP POSING! i no longer have time to worry about what the fuck you think you care. to the very few that do care, i'm sorry i've been such a downer tonight. you are the only ones i know will read this. a friend of mine said it best on his journal, bad shit happens just for the hell of it sometimes. so, this goes out to all of you reading this. if you think you care, you probably dont, if you know you care, you do. if you dont care, dont fucking bother reading this shit anymore because i dont give a fuck what the fuck you think. and that last category includes some people who think they actually care, but i know they dont. im not planning anything stupid before any of the people who do actually care get worried about that, but accidents do happen. this last line goes out to the one person I know isn't reading this. i love you more than life itself. i really wish you could have seen me the same way. but it is your loss. i will always be here for you if you ever come around. no matter what i am doing, or where i am in life. you are my one true love. i just wish you could agree. to everyone else, fuck off if you dont care. im sick of you.