Golly gee, I'm so cool, I talk shit and have nothing to back it up on. I like to try and cut people down, and even if it doesn't have the desired effect, I still think I'm hot shit because I have low esteem because my mother never hugged me. Aww, please, pity me. I just say things out of my ass, I don't really mean it. I'm losing all my friends, now who will I screw over? Oh golly gee whiz, I guess I'll talk about people I've never even met, and spead false rumors about them! Oh bloody god damn joy! I'll talk like I'm some Brit bastard, and make myself feel even more cool. I'm so anti-scene and goth, I wish I had the balls to cut myself and make myself feel even more cool, but oh, bloody poo, I guess I don't. Even though I like to try and be poetic about everything, and label everything with "stab me in the rectem with the shards of your bloody heart" or "tie my nutsack around my tangled veins". Maybe one day I'll get a girlfriend as stupid and fucked up as I am, and then we can talk shit, and bone eachother in the ass.
Well I'm done. In conclusion to all this....Get a life, you fucktard.
Even though I like to try and be poetic about everything, and label everything with "stab me in the rectem with the shards of your bloody heart" or "tie my nutsack around my tangled veins". Maybe one day I'll get a girlfriend as stupid and fucked up as I am, and then we can talk shit, and bone eachother in the ass.
Well I'm done. In conclusion to all this....Get a life, you fucktard.
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