one more fucking love song,
i’ll be sick.
yeah, thanks alot, for being an asshole. not really, maybe it’s me who’s being retarded. i wouldn’t know, i mean, i don’t fucking know anything anymore. is it my fault for noticing these feelings, or yours for arousing them? or perhaps, life’s fault, for messing with them? i’m not sure, but the only thing i’m certain of is that it fucking hurts and so annoying to deal with. hey, is it fun? fun to mess around with my feelings, then throw them away like trash? hey, how about you just throw away anything and everything i feel? and then maybe just for a god damn second, i. can. stop. hating. myself. so. fucking. much. how does that sound? pretty good deal right?
i hate you. i hate how you’re gone just like that, you asshole. well, screw you and fuck me for liking you.
just for once, is it so hard for people to need me? so i can take a break from needing people who won’t even spare me a second glance?






