Monday, October 6, 2008

i hate you.
i dont think i love you.
why would you say that. you dont even know who i am. or what i have made of myself this year.

you thinks shes so fucking perfect.
she does fucking nothing.

so why dont you just suck it up and hit me.
because it would hurt much less.

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