Monday, May 21, 2007
sometimes i wonder of you know what the fuck you're doing,how you're destroying people's lives.
every morning without fail,
you destroy my morning.
if that morning was nice,
i just thought you had nothing to say.
the hell you created.
fuck up my life.
this morning, without fail,
you did it again.
who are you to scream at me?
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU.
maybe you're a big fuck,
because you worked long in the company
and know many things.
but then,
who the hell are you to do all the things.
because of you,
i feel like quitting the job.
because of you,
i cried right in front of boss.
WHY MUST I CRY BECAUSE OF A FUCKING YOU.
i dont get it either.
ARGH.