really?

May 28, 2007 00:50

so i love how today went from being pretty awesome to so, so bad.
it picked up for a bit at around midnight
but then crashed and burned again when i got home.

move on with your freaking life you horrible, pathetic excuse for a human being.
i'm trying to move on with mine, but you won't let me
why do you keep pulling shit like this?

egging my house was bad enough.
but it was right after we broke up, so i guess i could sort of not really understand.
but we broke up in january kid.
what good is putting smoke grenades all over my house going to do?
i mean really. come on now.
i love coming home at 12:30 in the morning to a smoking house.
i mean i haven't even talked to you in weeks.
but you saw me with him today
and i know how that pisses you off.
and now with a little bit of alcohol.
smoke grenades everywhere.

my mom even heard you.
she saw your car.
way to be stealthy about it.
she thought it was me and my friends coming home early.
i wish my dad had been awake.
i wish my dad would have gone out there and scared the living hell out of you.
i would have loved to see you scared out of your twisted little mind.

because you won't move on with your life,
you inhibit me from moving on with mine
because i cannot get rid of you.

go off with your little whore of a girlfriend
and let me live my life
without you.
i'm perfectly happy with that actually.
so just go away.
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