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♥my throat has never been so dry
♥my mind has never been so active
♥I don't give a shit about certain aspects of my life that i use to.
♥I feel creative, I feel dead and alive at the same time.
♥my lungs feels as heavy as my heart, at times i'm not sure how heavy that really is.
my room is a constant mosh pit. We got guys who are hard into the hip-hop scene moshing their fucking faces off & two stepping with us. true story and its awsome
♥sometimes i prey that the blueness of my eyes will seeping down my face, pass my cheeks and into my mouth...i can now almost taste the things i've seen. Its rather bitter and cold.
♥I want to take you're fucking "perfect" halo's bend it and tie it around your neck like a fucking noose, and hang you from the tallest tree with the strongest branches. Set a fire at the bottom of the trunk and watch your soul burn into the sky, then i want you to prove to me that there is a God. Fuck, if he is real tell him i said hi, wouldja?
♥there is no purpose in sleeping anymore
i want everyone from "home" to forget about me, act like i never existed. White out my face from every picture, distort me out of your life....or have you done that already? Let me know...
♥i'm liberated, i'm a new piece of flesh created out of old worn down pieces....it feels like old leather...My eyes are turning into black...they're sick of straining themselves. And my heart is withering like a poor rose...its turning to dust and its slowly blowing away. I don't care anymore tho, i don't need it to survive. I'm sick of being everyone's imperfection, everyone's let down...
i am jack's let down....
♥i suggest you callus all my fingers to the point where i can no longer type or write with a pen, then proceed to ripping out my adam's apple so i can't spew out the most dense bullshit. Dig a grave in the ground eight feet deep (two more feet then normal, just to make sure i won't get out). Build me a casket, paint it black, lace it inside with dark navy blue velvet and put a rose on the door of it. Throw me in, slam all the nails in, push me into the hole, sing a hymn in my honor and run off laughing so hard that my spirit will capture the moment.
How do you like me now?
Also i've come to realize jealousy is such a dirty form of revenge....We are all guily of doing it at some time or another...it fun to be a bastard sometimes, right?
I love hearing from people back in Brockville who never really gave a shit about me, and they tell me "oh i miss you, when are you coming home"....uh huh....yeah, well suck my dick. Thats when i'm coming home. I'm sick of fake people...I'm sick of people who are scared of being orginal. You are the very people who makes everyone else look bad. You are the people who shoot down everyone else to make yourself feel better about yourself....you are gross....if i had it my way i'd vomit on your face
this post is the most retarded crap i've ever written, i really appologize that you had to look at this waste of space.