Why doesn't any body like me?
random,.. RANDOM... RANDOMMM!!!!
It doesn't matter, it's never mattered. Weary eye for people, phase two. All I do is work. And think. And work. And breath every now and then. Work... think... work work... think... sleep... work... GASPSSS!. I gotta step up. 38.5 hours. My GPA is equal to 2.43.. that doesn't include the class I just failed... failure, what's gone wrong?. I set a goal for 4.0 next semester. I know I'm gonna accomplish it. Because weary eyes = weary me = hermit = room = study = 4.0. Never fuck around with your friend's ex-boyfriend in that friends bed while they're sleeping, clutching with what seems to be whatever their life is or stuffed animal to hold back tears devout to loneliness. Never. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Find out what it means to me.
Fuck, I need a tissue.
I want to SCREAM.
If you're gonna step on me,
please atleast take off your fuckin' shoes.
And wash your goddamn feet!
Stinky mothafuckaasss!
Show me you atleast care?