Efffff you fuck face. Right in the ass where you like it. Like that fucking faggot that you are. Your nasty flea infested ass can eat shit and DIE for all I care. You are nothing to me. I spit on your name in pure hatred.
...People say to make sure your last words are never anything harsh or untrue, but I don't believe that.
See, I think you should only speak what you feel in the heat of the moment, whether it be under a burning bulb or under the sheets.
'Cause in the end all we have is moments, and all we are, are humans.
And humans don't do well with emotions 'cause we feel them all at once,
and as they become a blur sometimes all we can do is yell, sigh, cry,
or laugh. Our reactions are passionate, be it good or bad.
And we should never apologize for not being an android,
we should embrace the crazy and unleash it ever so beautifully.
'Cause there's something breath taking about words that aren't constructed or drawn out in blue prints.
All I know for sure is that I never want to tell you I love you just out of habit and routine...
Apparently sucks at life like the rest of society.
Still don't know to deal with frustration and stress..
Should be able to just ignore it after all these years, but if it hasn't happened yet, then it probably won't ever happen.
I need a job that I like..
Maybe then I won't be so frustrated and in super-bitch mode when I come home..
Life
Gone. Completely gone. Not going to lie, it's a weird feeling. It really is. But, it needed to be done. Now that it's done, it's time to move on. A whole new chapter in my life has begun and only I can write it. Turning back is not an option anymore. Feels good.
