who the hell would read the crap i type anyway
i feel so empty
if its serated it works better, but i dont want to be weak like the rest. what makes me think im better.
who the hell am i, why the fuck do i keep taking all this crap the world feeds me. i should just say that enough is enough and tell her whats for. who the fuck would listen, im not even sure what im typing.
what the fuck is going on, am i happy, am i sad, do i by the large, should i super size, ive always had trouble deciding, but now im worryed i might fuck up again.
mabye i should just become a mute, it would be alot harder to fuck up everyones life that way wouldent it?
were do i get off thinking im special, so one person tells me, but did they lie to make me feel better, just so they could get one last thrill out off me?
why and how do i keep bending over backwards, and all i get are more ways to bend into an even woarse position, but what do i do, bend away and hope it will all get better. what the fuck is wrong with me, i should just die, is that really the cowards way out with suicide, mabye not.
it all feels like a bad trip, and what made me think anyone anywere had any kind of remotly kind feelings for me, god im just some stupid tool, only here for others amuzment, what the fuck is wrong with me, how did one person make me question EVERYTHING i was so serten of, is there anyhting left i truly know anymore?
if its serated it works better, but i dont want to be weak like the rest. what makes me think im better.
who the hell am i, why the fuck do i keep taking all this crap the world feeds me. i should just say that enough is enough and tell her whats for. who the fuck would listen, im not even sure what im typing.
what the fuck is going on, am i happy, am i sad, do i by the large, should i super size, ive always had trouble deciding, but now im worryed i might fuck up again.
mabye i should just become a mute, it would be alot harder to fuck up everyones life that way wouldent it?
were do i get off thinking im special, so one person tells me, but did they lie to make me feel better, just so they could get one last thrill out off me?
why and how do i keep bending over backwards, and all i get are more ways to bend into an even woarse position, but what do i do, bend away and hope it will all get better. what the fuck is wrong with me, i should just die, is that really the cowards way out with suicide, mabye not.
it all feels like a bad trip, and what made me think anyone anywere had any kind of remotly kind feelings for me, god im just some stupid tool, only here for others amuzment, what the fuck is wrong with me, how did one person make me question EVERYTHING i was so serten of, is there anyhting left i truly know anymore?