so my "friend" helped me realize that im not me.
i'm fake and a copy.
i'm just made up all the people i met. without all of those parts there's nothing there.
i'm suck a loser i "copied" her.
all these months she claims she's wanted to smack me and tell me how much of a loser i am
^_^ god, i love people so much.
i guess i uh, never relized but..
i cut open my arm for the attention...hmm..i wanted people to uh look at me?
oohhh ok
so thats why i almost died and didnt tell anyone<3 i really wanted the attention
totally.
stare
so now i get threats from all your friends..you poor baby..your life is so ******** hard!
go die alreay then, if you can't take it<3
your poor,spoiled, loveless, hopeless, little lying child.
please call me back when life actaully becomes hard. when you actually have one
but dont call me when you end up dead, or dying ,completely ******** hooked on the drugs you take, and pregnant you stupid ******** whore. call me when your human again, and mature enough to realize how ******** you are.
and you can stop making me feel like s**t, just because you need something to make you feel good.
im not worth it, i wont cry for you, not anymore.
stare
so grow up, get over yourself, and just shut the ******** up already
 Never Ask Dante · Thu Oct 11, 2007 @ 08:27pm · 0 Comments |
