Thursday, March 01, 2007
fuck.fuck.
fuck.
why does it have to be you.
seeing you makes my life miserable.
i dont even want to be in the same room as you.
i know what you did,
what you said.
everything.
FUCK.
if you want me to leave,
maybe just open your mouth.
and i'll let you have all your space.
the anger is high up there.
with a black face of yours,
forget it.
maybe i should leave,
will you even bother.
ARGH.
seriously,
you are the worst person i've met.
whats in your heart,
what were you thinking.
WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.
but then,
luckily, i didnt tell you everything.
FUCK.