I swear I could go for the end of the world. I hate my religion class. My teacher lets herself get bullied by a bunch of 15 year olds. And the students are all a*****e. I want out of that class room so badly. I seriously would have a pretty good day if it wasn't for that ******** class.
And now she's beeing the same a*****e she was before. WHY THE ******** DOES SHE CHANGE SO MUCH WHEN SHES DATING SOMEONE?!?! I'm feel so used. But I think it's easy for me to be used. Too ******** easy, Make me skin and bones. I am always on my knees for you.
You know what I keep thinking about? Being small, having plastic surgery, being anyone else. AND THIN. ******** I HATE YOU. ARE YOU LISTENING SELF?!?!?! I ******** HATE YOU. DIE ALREADY! Your not wanted anywhere.
Why the ******** do we live anyway? We go to school for the first 2 decades of our lives. Then work for the next 50 years of it. Then shrivel up and die. Maybe you'll be remembered by your kid but no one else is going to remember you. Life is such a pointless thing.
Don't worry though. If you know me in real life. You can ask me if I'm alright or ask if I'm happy. I will say yes. But I'm lying. All I do is lie. LIE LIE LIE. But thats all I get too. LIES FOR THE LIAR. That one stings a little.
So you really shouldn't trust me, Shouldn't talk to me, Shouldn't come near me, Just watch me spin in circles till I slit my wrists. Or swallow the bleach. Or throw myself in front of a car.
That little b***h, With her head held so high, Thinking I am fine. That I'm pretending. ********. I wanna be pretending.
NO SCRATCH THAT. I want to die. I want the people in my house right now gone. And I wanna find the sharpest objects and cut up every inch of my skin.
Don't ask, And don't make me. I will not be eating this week.
The Boombox · Thu Apr 03, 2008 @ 01:36am · 0 Comments |