im too fucking tired to fix whatever it is that is wrong with this blog. can you even hear the song, i wonder. then again, whatever. when you want to say something, you say something.
dont tell me to come to you when everytime i do, nobody is fucking around.
im having too much cooped up anger to be writing all this down. ahhh, see this is when blank walls are of use. to bash my head in i'll bet. the only problem with me right now, is im not totally sure about they why part. it gets blurry; maybe i should just stay home and buried.
do you realize how fast next week comes. and i dont even have any money, wow. this is turning out to be some celebration.
and for God's sake, when you say you're gonna clean up, YOU FUCKING CLEAN UP. not stash everything aside, and then do up only what's yours. tomorow, you sleep outside. fuckingfullstop.
you probably shouldnt read this when you're fasting. if you are.
oh just go skip skip skip, okay. you cant help me, buzz off.
now dont this just suck. right, life's a bitch, welcome to my world asshole.