A library of events etched into the heart of my soul. The flames are fed, turning fierce and more fierce than it should be. The flames of my soul are being fueled in the most incorrect ways, and yet, it helps release the anger trapped within it. I have to say, I have a lot of capacity to hold in my stress.
Life is short and yet, not. Life is sickening, but so curing.
Things... Just happen. The best thing is, leave them alone and let them recover and recuperate their spirit. Don't be foolish. I beg of you. Those things are not what you think it is... But it's because you are paranoid. It's always handled incorrectly.
One of the worst chapters of my life... I feel like I haven't even made a sequel to my story. The worst chapter of my life, I'm cutting people out of my life
Happy fucking Halloween
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Stupid Douche
P1 - I'm tired of your bullshit
P2 - You can only talk to me when you're drunk
P2 - Grow up, you're SO FAKE
P1 - The way you talk to me is like you're looking down on me
P1 - You are easily embarrassed in the public, which is why I'm starting to hate you
P2 - You have changed... For the worst.
P1 - You're not my close friend anymore... You were never my best friend, and I only HAVE one best friend, and she knows that she is my best friend.
P1, P2 - You're suffocating me, I'm tired of that stuff, but you don't see me putting up a sad face like you do in public. I was there for you, and I never asked for anything back. It cost me my money and time.
Have I changed? Oh yeah, I did. And that is to stop being nice all the time. Ever since my horrible experience, I just could care less, now. I'm not sad about it, either, nor happy. I feel nothing. I'm tired of caring about it, especially when it was simply thrown aside, which is why I'll throw my feelings away. It really is simple, afterall
P2 - You can only talk to me when you're drunk
P2 - Grow up, you're SO FAKE
P1 - The way you talk to me is like you're looking down on me
P1 - You are easily embarrassed in the public, which is why I'm starting to hate you
P2 - You have changed... For the worst.
P1 - You're not my close friend anymore... You were never my best friend, and I only HAVE one best friend, and she knows that she is my best friend.
P1, P2 - You're suffocating me, I'm tired of that stuff, but you don't see me putting up a sad face like you do in public. I was there for you, and I never asked for anything back. It cost me my money and time.
Have I changed? Oh yeah, I did. And that is to stop being nice all the time. Ever since my horrible experience, I just could care less, now. I'm not sad about it, either, nor happy. I feel nothing. I'm tired of caring about it, especially when it was simply thrown aside, which is why I'll throw my feelings away. It really is simple, afterall
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