Oct 08, 2005 22:16
I want to smash in the faces of those fucking beautiful people.
Yeah. You know I'm talking about you.
Does it make you fucking happy to know I'm insane, just like you? Possibly worse? Yeah, you're fat. Stop asking me. Yeah, you're ugly. Stop fucking asking me. No, he doesn't like you. STOP ASKING ME. I wanna smash in your fucking beautiful faces.
Does it make you come, knowing I want to be you?
And so that's when I decide to shut up.