Bitter As FUCK
I'm coming back to London tomorrow. Not that anyone cares. Whatever. I hate it here. I hate it there too. I guess I can't win. Fuck it.
I'm bitter and confused and sad and stressed. Did I mention confused??? yeah... Fuck it.
I miss some people...Some more than others. I miss Kingston. Tomorrow when I leave I'm going to miss my mom. Fuck it.
I hate you. I love you. I don't know...Fuck it.
I have trust issues. Fact.
Thanks for that by the way.
*I most likely won't mean anything I just wrote in a couple days...Yay for fucking PMS.*
I'm bitter and confused and sad and stressed. Did I mention confused??? yeah... Fuck it.
I miss some people...Some more than others. I miss Kingston. Tomorrow when I leave I'm going to miss my mom. Fuck it.
I hate you. I love you. I don't know...Fuck it.
I have trust issues. Fact.
Thanks for that by the way.
*I most likely won't mean anything I just wrote in a couple days...Yay for fucking PMS.*