why the ******** do people allways think i realy like being sad? it realy ******** pisses me off....and why must every try to make me happy when they allready know they shall never? and why the ******** do people still tyr to be around me?.......and why do they lie and useme? because i let them and they know iwill let them?or is it that i am to numb they seem to not realy ******** care?..... *punches the closet wall* ...when i leave my freinds..when ever that may be.......i will ******** up my arm.......and hopefully ber blinded by my hate and pain..and hopefully cut a vain and bleed to death.......
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