“Try it.”
“You’re gonna be in boy magazines.”
Thanks…
Thanks, for leaving anyway. Thanks, for pretending like you listened. Like you understood. Thanks, for still not giving two fucks about how it makes me feel.
I hope you have fun. Don’t choke on your bitter, cold words when they come back to haunt you.
Fuck you females. Every single one of you dirty, lying, cunt fucking whores. I will never trust you. So, stay the fuck out of my path. Because I promise you, I’ll fucking rip you to shreds as soon as your cum dumpster mouth tries to open.
Fuck off.
I’ve felt this pain before…
Please stop crying heart, I can’t sleep.
Confusion…
Is not the name of the game. It’s the name of my life. And I’m sick of it. I feel like nothing. Like nothing to you, but you tell me otherwise. I don’t know what to Fucking think anymore.
Classic me.
In a very erratic mental state today.
Why can’t I hit replay for the good things in life?
It seems I have shit, stuck on repeat.
Poetically Undead: wordsfromalonelyheart: To him, her heart wasnothing more then a new... →
To him, her heart was
nothing more then a new toy
he soon grew bored ofTo her, his heart was
all that she had once dreamed of
turned into nightmaresTo him, her heart was
something to stroke his ego
as he killed some timeTo her, his heart was
a thing that…
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