May 2011
12 posts
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when...
The worst feeling is suddenly realizing that you don’t measure up. And that, in the past, when you thought you did, you were a fool.
powderkegger asked: Why thank you.
I need to someone to talk too. Someone to comfort me.
