He's a loaded gun, a lover, a leaver, just a hit-and-run
Feeling very cynical and in a people-detesting mood, right now. *growl* Go away, world. Let me curl up in my extremely uncomfortable bed and let me be. Leave me alone with my thoughts of why the hell men just fuck and run, and let me just put my head under the pillow to hide from my terror that my past promiscuity is going to bite me in the ass again, only more seriously. Let me sit out on the dock in the wind and rain and contemplate why exactly people I trust keep screwing me over, literally and figuratively. The weak ones are easiest to use. Well fuck, just keep using me, then.
Not that I expect any of you to know what the hell I'm talking about. Nobody ever understands, anyway. There's a reason why nobody ever knows what to say. Just keep on pretending that you do, though. Go on. It's not like I give a shit. Oh wait, yeah I do. Too bad for me.
Not that I expect any of you to know what the hell I'm talking about. Nobody ever understands, anyway. There's a reason why nobody ever knows what to say. Just keep on pretending that you do, though. Go on. It's not like I give a shit. Oh wait, yeah I do. Too bad for me.