All these things I hate, Bullet for my valentine
I don't wanna bring you down, fuck no.
And I know the things I've just said will probably make me hate myself more, but I have done so many fucking things in my life I know I'll be damned for I'll be able to live with my guilt for causing you to feel like this. Sorry that my heart ain't working today but it took a rest from everything, but it was working and loving before, for you. You're the only one I really let in. You knew I knew how to judge and it was you I judged wrongly.
You see, the thing is, I don't know that the fact you lied hurts me or you thinking it wouldn't affects me more. I'm so fucking lazy to be pulled apart anymore, and I know you're not okay now. Give it two days, you'll be so pissed at the way I talked to you today and rather me die. I don't care how you feel right now, I don't fucking care if you think I'm lying about it or not. Because you're the first and the last. Get the hell lost now, I simply cannot be bothered about you. And to anyone else, I swear I'm fucking okay.
Opening up, fucking screw it. The bitch has had enough.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Posted by
Michelle
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2:25 AM
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