All those bitches down at the club
You make me motherfucking sick to my stomach. Jesus christ You don't even KNOW. Shitfuck. You don't even need to do anything. It's that piece of shit love I have for you again. Goddamn. GODDAMN I WANT TO SHOUT SO LOUD
I guess I need to update.
I haven't been up to shit. Failing school, failing life, failing at love and friendship. The fucking usual. God I really know how to screwup. Please don't hold it against me
I'm a sorry bitch. Really sorry. I wonder if anyone can tell I'm unhappy. Not that I wouldn't blame them for not noticing. Since I hide my real emotions and all. So much that I don't even know what I'm really feeling at all most of the time. Nobody cares what I feel though, I'm not something that ever mattered anyways so why should I care that they don't care.
FFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
I still feel really lonely.What the hell. What the hell. I hate crying. I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it like I hate you.
will you hold it against me?
will you hate me for it?
will you cherish these moments?
will you come to terms with me?
will you ever fucking GET OUT OF MY MIND
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
I love you
I love you
Would you like a present too?
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SickSickSick of you