Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

I called, I texted, I asked, I worried, I tried.

Un-fucking-believable. Its my fault now. Fuck you I don't deserve this. I'm finished with you and your shit and I'm taking back everything I had to give. I don't want you. Not anymore.

And I have no more love to give so take your shit and leave.