this is funny stuff, you are reading this
so anyway, people i used to love, "love" oh god in heaven and hell that is the funniest thing i've heard in my entire life. to think that some suburban onslaught of idiotic mouth breathers could have ever been qualified for friends, let alone lovers. you, them, they, all of us together in a group werent worth the over priced fashionably gothic clothing we wore. you have to understand that while people become adults they dont need certain things, like people who just waste their time. i could list off a handful of names, but again, it would be completely worthless, just like all of them, and you, especially you.
so have fun with your want-to-be Hatfield's and McCoys type retard confrontation, seriously, it makes me laugh, the level of your ignorant slanders just keep climbing and climbing, i'm pretty sure any minute now youll get a standing ovation for your highly planned and overly produced lines of slander and babble. over and over i just laugh and laugh, much like when people laughed at you, like when you forced yourself down a flight of steps for attention, or all the other countless times you forced yourself into peoples lives for attention. mommy and daddy didnt hug you enough? no, mommy and daddy didnt beat you enough, or even better, mommy and daddy didnt abort you. see i can do it to, say shocking statements about self termination and garbage of that sort, so why dont you do us a favor and get your greasy fingers off the keyboard, or drop the pen, or follow your own advice and loose some of your worthless ass and stop wasting so much space; because the last thing we need in this world is another over wait overly self-conscious but overly self absorbed, hot topic manufactured, waste of human flesh with a pulse and a menstrual cycle running around writing horrible poetry and pestering the people she considers friends. Do it, pull the trigger, say the world from your own lips and your own tongue, kill yourself for the sake of a decent evening for regular people, freak.
so have fun with your want-to-be Hatfield's and McCoys type retard confrontation, seriously, it makes me laugh, the level of your ignorant slanders just keep climbing and climbing, i'm pretty sure any minute now youll get a standing ovation for your highly planned and overly produced lines of slander and babble. over and over i just laugh and laugh, much like when people laughed at you, like when you forced yourself down a flight of steps for attention, or all the other countless times you forced yourself into peoples lives for attention. mommy and daddy didnt hug you enough? no, mommy and daddy didnt beat you enough, or even better, mommy and daddy didnt abort you. see i can do it to, say shocking statements about self termination and garbage of that sort, so why dont you do us a favor and get your greasy fingers off the keyboard, or drop the pen, or follow your own advice and loose some of your worthless ass and stop wasting so much space; because the last thing we need in this world is another over wait overly self-conscious but overly self absorbed, hot topic manufactured, waste of human flesh with a pulse and a menstrual cycle running around writing horrible poetry and pestering the people she considers friends. Do it, pull the trigger, say the world from your own lips and your own tongue, kill yourself for the sake of a decent evening for regular people, freak.