what is real?
I'm so sick of this shit.
let me know when it's done. For good.
Then I'll talk to you .
Until then, get therapy or something.
you make me want to pull my hair out.
for fuckin sakes.
ugh.
UGH!
no one should be allowed to fall in love , ever. unless theres a promise to not get hurt. But there's no fucking possible way to promise that shit. Cause that would be too easy. Someone always gets hurt. you move on. Its life.
yeah yeah , I know.. cause I'm the posterchild for breaking up .. and moving on
or the opposite.
p.s- my day :
beyond nippley.
my mom yelled at me. lots of times.
I had to go to my brother's game.
Luckily my markie was there.
we had to huddle up naked in sleeping bags to keep warm.
Minus the sleeping bags.
Plus a blanket with a mexican hole in it.
Speaking if mexicans, I love mine.
Lies are forever spoken, blowing winds of unimportance. I stand here.... not informed , not interested , and not listening.