fuck

[cassiekisses]

I type well; red lines bother me
I'm not the person I want to be
I cry at times because I have one friend
you see a start, I see an end

no one can be trusted, everyone lies
I would give anything to feel butterflies
love's an ideal, most people aren't real
I curse, I scream, I lie, I steal

try having a phone that never rings
I'm agoraphobic, among other things
so here I'll stay, all alone
I hope to make it on my own