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Fuck.....
I feel like I'm living two or three differant fucking lives. What's the matter with me? Why, fuck?
Loud music is AMAZING!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Why must regret keep following me? Fuck...........so much that I wish I could say
Sometimes, I fear who I am. Who I have become. Then there are times where I just hate myself and want to destroy everything and I nearly tear my hair out.
Why can't I be with Ryan without being ashamed of it?
I feel like I'm living two or three differant fucking lives. What's the matter with me? Why, fuck?
Loud music is AMAZING!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Why must regret keep following me? Fuck...........so much that I wish I could say
Sometimes, I fear who I am. Who I have become. Then there are times where I just hate myself and want to destroy everything and I nearly tear my hair out.
Why can't I be with Ryan without being ashamed of it?