misunderstood me......
hmmmm.... i'm fake... and everyone hates me... but whatever.... maybe i'll die and then u'll like me... aye? maybe then i wont say dumb things... no... i always will.... i dont understand myself... i get annoyed so easily with people and their actions, and then the actions that i do then annoy others... i try not to... i guess im just an unlikeable person that never says anything right... but whatever...... maybe someday i'll hate me as much as you do....
work went okay.... brittany didnt have anyone for the meeting until she found some random person in the hall... im prepared with 4 people... and she has no one... wow... i try and work my ass off... and you dont.... great....
i want to love everyone.... but i cant even love myself.... death..... okay..... yeah.....
Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.