Why do I have to be so nice…it’s not like they’re grateful for what I even fucking do for them. WHAT THE FUCK ARE FRIENDS FOR SRSLY… YOU USE LIKE A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT AND ORDER ME AROUND LIKE I DON’T HAVE FUCKING FEELINGS WELL GUESS WHAT HATE TO FUCKING BREAK IT YOU BUT I DO. PROBABLY MORE FEELINGS THAN YOU EILL EVER HAVE IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE. SO CUT THE CRAP. BECAUSE I HATE ALL OF YOU.
I miss you already… but I shouldn’t be having these feelings right? It’s not like you feel the same…
I cry myself to sleep every night. You guys aren’t even worth my tears. Friends? What friends? You guys aren’t even my friends. The scars on my heart and my arms couldn’t even define the pain that i feel. Go ahead. Say I’m exaggerating but have you ever felt what it’s like to be used. Do you know how it feels when someone pretends to care about you or be friends with you to get what they want? Because I have. All the time. Can I describe how much pain I feel? It hurts so much that it hurts physically. I’m screaming. I hate your existence. No scratch that. I hate mine. it’s so frustrating. Can I please pull my hair out…please… Thanks. Bye. I’ll shut up. Its not like anyone cares anyways.
The world is evil and I’m drowning in it.
You won’t understand me until you’ve been through what I’ve been through.
We can’t undo the past and as hell I wish I could go back and redo it.
We’re all faced with choices that bites us in the ass and as hell I wish I made the right choices.
We all say time will heal and as hell I wish it did.
But fuck that. The world is cruel. What can I say. I don’t want compassion.
I just want to live. Live like a maniac. Live like a freak. Live like the person that everyone hates because when you have nothing to lose, you just let go. I don’t need anyone. I don’t want anyone. In the end they all will hurt me anyways.
Bitterness? That’s what has changed my heart to hatred.
OH MY GFJOSDVUIWOHJDSVNJWENDS
Maybe if the music is louder, I don’t have to feel the pain.
Maybe If the music is louder, I don’t have to hear the fighting.
Maybe if the music is louder, I don’t have to hear the screaming.
Maybe if the music is louder……maybe…..
When your little…I love how the littlest things make you happy…but now, nothing can ever please us….I miss being little.
Time is all I have…